1987

Unwrinkling elaborated transformative identifiers, situated within familial, amicable, and relational pastimes, expressing frustration, fighting the system, striving to charismatically diversify, with neither recourse nor eligibility, Ricardo Trogi's 1987, operating offline yet still delivering value-added information, interrogates the injustices associated with being 17, starting-out on the bottom, while eagerly seeking amusement.

Ricardo Trogi (Jean-Carl Boucher) must confront the pressures of applying for his first loan, succeeding at his first job, to joyride, or not to joyride?, and answering questions associated with sex, all the while trying to maintain his own sense of purpose, imaginatively genuine, cast out into the real.

It's easy to relate, as you remember your own youthful application of television's guidance to the capitalistic structures faced when first entering the working world, as cruel and dismissive as they could be, eventually elevating with the passage of time.

Trogi hits a low point when his complaints cause him to lash out at his caring yet somewhat clueless father (Claudio Colangelo), who's doing his best to support him, without thoughtfully taking his point of view into consideration.

The film struggles when Trogi's friends fade into the background.

It's set-up like it will focus on their dynamics primarily, but Trogi's family and relationship woes come to occupy the forefront.

Which does lead to some entertaining sequences.

But the dynamics move from the exhilarating to the pontificating, and hilarious though the pontificating may be, especially when you're thinking about the film afterwards, it lacks the wild unrehearsed group dynamics of youth struggling to age.

Although most of the interactions Trogi has with his family and partner are wild and unrehearsed as well.

Ah, the omnipresent authorities are boldly counteracted.

From daydream to ambush.

Consequences abound.