I must have seen Breakfast Club more than thirty times when I was a teenager. I even bought the soundtrack album (which I still have somewhere). That might qualify as too much information

“Their deaths make me feel old, but more than that, they make me aware of belonging to a generation that has yet to figure out adulthood, for whom life can feel like a long John Hughes movie. You know the one. That Spandau Ballet song is playing at the big dance. You remember the lyrics, even if it’s been years since you heard them last. This is the sound of my soul. I bought a ticket to the world, but now I’ve come back again. Why do I find it hard to write the next line?”

Lots of other things around, like this one.