Welcome to the third and final week of our Seasonally Appropriate Monologues. This week, we counter the point of family togetherness with a story of a banner year at the old Bender household.
Yeah, maybe I’m blurring the lines of what’s both acceptable as a monologue and a story about Christmas for this one. But then again, it’s my series and I can do what I want. And I really want to look at The Breakfast Club. There’s good stuff in there… and Judd Nelson is f**king harsh.
For a film so set as an exploration about the different reasons that young people would be angry at the various figures of authority in their lives, it’s Bender who is the most violent and overtly confrontational. Everything about him screams “Fuck You!” to those in charge, from his smart mouth to his criminal tendencies to his utter refusal to hear any sort of complaining from people he believes have more than him. He’s got a hell of a chip on his shoulder, but it becomes pretty clear where he got it.
Setting the scene: The captive group of teenagers have moved away from their desks, crossed each others boundaries, started to interact with each other directly. Now on the floor in a circle, what starts as a harmless enough moment where Claire shows off a hidden talent turns into a shot from Bender who draws the line about what separates him from her…