The Boys Next Door 4K 1985

“Humans are the only animals that can laugh. Although they have the least reason to do so.”

Before you is the attractive, young Charlie Sheen, not yet burdened by a beer belly. A smile adorns his enthusiastic face, and his lean, athletic body looks harmonious against the backdrop of cheap wallpaper in a motel room. He is holding a small dog in his arms, and before his eyes is a bright representative of Japanese animation. And behind him, his best friend is lounging on a worn-out mattress. Behind him are graduation, farewell notes in albums, a drive down the fast highways, and the murder of an Iranian worker at a gas station. The standard set of an 18-year-old guy who came to conquer the City of Angels.

- Maybe they're sympathizing with the Iraqis?

- Or maybe they're just jerks.

Which option do you choose? Considering that these guys simply don't know the meaning of the word “sympathy.” Although, how much do you need to know at that age?

“What not to mix with beer, how much a pack of cigarettes costs, and how many glasses of wine will be enough to get the prom queen into bed.”

Each of us has caught ourselves thinking something like this. When you feel the need not to rely on reason. To trust your instincts. Everything animalistic and wild that sits inside every young person. And if you don't let it out at the right moment and, more importantly, don't stop at the right moment, it's pretty easy to lose your humanity until your body is circled in chalk.

“I should have killed him.”

“I almost did.”

- Almost doesn't count.

What better example of the vaunted maximalism of youth? We were taught to “see every task through to the end!” “Fight for what you believe in!” But what if a person doesn't believe in anything? What if a person has forgotten how to see the line? What if any display of happiness and joy is a challenge to them? It doesn't matter who or when — an old woman on the coast, a beautiful woman riding his friend — everyone will be punished for the stupidity of rejoicing in his presence. After all, it's very unpleasant to realize that even at the foot of Hollywood, among this rabble of freaks and scoundrels, you remain the main nobody.

I hope I won't live to see the day when people agree to organize a “Caveman Day.” Because I am sure that someday people will inevitably return to clubs and elephant skin clothes. It's simple: what started it all is how it should end. Chalk in the first scene — and chalk in the last. Only this time, no one will look up.