I graduated from college in 1986 and had a good deal of my cultural worldview formed by my experiences during that decade. So when the nostalgia train stops in Eighties Land I kind of enjoy it when it's done right, like in The Wedding Singer (accurate vibe despite some historical latitude) or via the high school reunion setup of Grosse Point Blank.
But watching 90 percent of the movies and shows set during the decade of my late-teens-to-mid-20s makes me cringe, much as it does for this writer.
Probably the same kind of reasoning was behind my dad asking me why he never heard any Chuck Berry music on Happy Days.
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