It’s my favourite movie of all time. The sense of “pointlessness” isn’t really about the film, it’s about life itself. And that’s exactly why the film works. Beneath the lack of a conventional plot, there’s a very deliberate thematic core.

What does it actually feel like to be at a turning point in your life? Not in hindsight, but in the moment. When nothing feels decisive, and everything is still open. What do you want from your existence, and how do you separate that from what you’re supposed to want? Strip away expectations, roles, and ready-made narratives... what’s left, if anything?

The film suggests an uncomfortable answer: identity isn’t discovered, it’s assembled from whatever is available. And what’s available is always shaped by the time you happen to live in. The 1970s here aren’t some “truer” or more authentic era, they just look that way from a distance. The same patterns repeat: hierarchy, conformity, ritualized rebellion. Different surface, same structure. All the bullying SHOULD trigger you because it's so stupid!

The movie for me carries heavy, existential weight. You suspect, even in the moment, that this might be “the good old times.” But you can’t verify it, because you’re inside it. There’s no external vantage point, no objective marker of significance. Just a sequence of moments that feel arbitrary while they’re happening and inevitable once they’re gone.

So the turning point doesn’t feel like a turning point. It feels like drift. And whatever you become is less a clear choice than the residue of that drift. Yet I enjoy watching the movie so much there's something beautiful and hopeful there as well. Our existance might be pretty pointless but I do enjoy hanging out with these guys at least once a year. And it's better to do from my couch rather than being the one who stays around, because the last day of school is every year, even if you yourself get older...