I just can’t feel nostalgic about the 1990s. Not because I didn’t like them – I bloody loved them – but because they don’t seem long enough ago yet.
Which doesn’t make any sense, because the 1980s seems like pre-history. The other night I tried to watch the original Footloose film (1984) with my 13-year-old daughter and after about 15 minutes we gave up.
Watch the iconic footloose warehouse scene below to refresh your memory. Post continues after video.
It was so dated and lame we couldn’t bear it. The clothes were hideous, the hair was worse and the ‘teens’ as depicted seemed like alien life forms. Not just American, other.
I found it as cringey and irrelevant as Meet Me In St Louis (1944), another old film we’ve recently given up on.
So the 1980s seem properly old to me now. They’re filed in that ‘other country’ part of my head. But if I carry the film comparison on to 1994 the first thing which pops up is Pulp Fiction.
How is that old hat? It’s legendary.
Other big films of that year include The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert, Four Weddings and a Funeral (Hugh!) and Muriel’s Wedding. Fine cinematic moments all of them.
I can’t even find the clothes tragic. Even though they are now well into official vintage status (which is anything more than 20 years old), things I’ve had since the '90s still look great to me. And on me.
The other day I was ‘shopping my closet’, as American Vogue once termed it, seeing what I already have that’s suddenly right to wear again, when I came across a fabulous Donna Karan top I picked up from the David Jones designer department sale rail. In 1995.