Saturday was the 25th anniversary of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, one of my favorite movies. I have been thinking about the movie lately, especially after I got ride around my dad’s classic Triumph ragtop the other day. The timing is merely coincidental.

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off is great escapism, whether you are a kid in school or an office drone. Like, well everybody, I’d have loved to have pulled off my own “Day Off” in high school, except I’d have gone to the Washington Monument, probably skipped the french restaurant, maybe hit the National Gallery and we didn’t have a baseball team (which I’m still bitter about) yet which probably is why I never seriously contemplated doing it. Further messing up the would-be narrative was that it was my dad’s classic ’60s convertible and not a friend’s dad. The odometer was already broken too. The principal probably wouldn’t be after me either. So, yes, I fell a little short of Ferris but if there was anybody half that clever, they were attending my high school. Perhaps I’ll have to make up for sometime, a few decades late.

Friday, the Celebritology blog on The Post had list of 25 contributions to pop culture lore from the movie. It is a bit silly in parts, but has lots of embedded videos.

Also, worth reading, this essay by a childhood friend of John Hughes who was partially an inspiration for the character.

George Will, who must have taken a few minutes away from “drinking deep the aura” of baseball, loved it and said it was the “moviest movie” of the post-war era. This time, George did see the forest for the trees, Sam. Well, sort of.

Oh and that Cubs game they were at? Somebody at Baseball Prospectus figured out it was supposed to be the June 5, 1985 game against the Atlanta Braves, but the filming was actually against the Montreal Expos on September 24, 1985.

Ferris was the only John Hughes movie I really liked; a great contrast to his simplistic and annoying The Breakfast Club.

Lastly, I had to unfollow someone on twitter who said they didn’t like the movie.