The World According to Cage #1b: Fast Times

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A technicality perhaps, but progress was made nonetheless.

Why so? Not because Nicolas Coppola can’t handle a few lines (we know that’s not true) but because evidently having a famous uncle in Hollywood (Francis Ford Coppola) doesn’t serve an aspiring actor’s street credibility.

Pretty badass, right?

(Short aside: according to Cage, making the movie was not a pleasant experience for him because of how he was treated, e.g. the aforementioned Coppola nepotism thing, and the fact that he auditioned 10-12 times for the Brad role but was underage at the time and therefore passed for that role because he couldn’t legally work as many hours as the over-18 Reinhold.)

A few other random observations about the World According to Cage Fast Times:

Views on sexuality and appropriate behavior have changed quite a bit (for the better) in the four decades since the film was released. I’m not a prude, by any means, and I understand how sexually-charged and prevalent the hormones are in adolescence, but looking back on those behaviors now (as a parent of adolescent young women) I did have to cringe at some of the attitudes. Here’s a few examples:

  • Brad’s friend (Nic Coppola) slapping a post-it note on the back of an unsuspecting mark that read: “I AM A HOMO.” I understand the “joke” as a product of its time, but it still doesn’t make me feel better knowing it as such and remembering throwing around the word “fag” as if it was a tennis ball.
  • Linda (Phoebe Cates) persuading Stacy (Jennifer Jason Leigh) that she’s overdue to start having sex now that she’s 15, since Linda started at 13.
  • Then there’s Stacy herself (responding to this challenge) by convincing the 24 year old stereo salesmen from the mall that she was actually 19, so he would sleep with her. No one believes he didn’t know the truth (or didn’t want to know it) which makes swallowing the lie all the more creepier.

Other lighter observations…

Spiccoli, by the end, steals the show. Watching Sean Penn in this role as the lovable stoner Jeff Spiccoli, who prefers going shirtless to getting service; who likes his pizza delivered direct to his history class (just so he won’t be late again and catch the ire of his crotchety teacher Signor Hand); and who daydreams of winning surf contests surrounded by fawning bikini clad Playboy models; is the guy we root for. It’s Spiccoli who seems most doomed to failure in the post-high school world he’s about to enter, but it’s also his sunny (if a bit over-baked) outlook in spite of it all that shines brightest and most memorably above the rest of this all-star cast.

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