“Quadrophenia,” 1979.
The first time I saw this movie, I was a teenager obsessed with Sting and The Police. It must have been on VHS, although I can’t even imagine where I would have rented it in our small Tennessee town. I see myself watching it in the middle of the night, in the dark, legs crossed with a blanket wrapped around me, my body leaning toward the flickering screen. It may not have been that way, but that’s the way I remember it.
I completely failed to appreciate it then.
But now, decades on, I am swept up in the look, feel, and sound of this snapshot of British mod culture. And I am reminded, almost to tears, of the painful, joyous, restlessness of youth. What a great movie.









