I’m a millennial of a certain age that straddles the line between remembering a time pre-Internet and post-Internet. I mean “pre-Internet” as in “not everyone had access to it in their pocket”. So, I think I’m the last age group that likely could just catch one of the Brat Pack movies on TV.

I’ve seen a lot of the John Hughes-esque movies from that time, so I know who all these people are. So, when I watched the documentary Brats, I was prepared to watch them just vent about how being called “the Brat Pack” ruined their careers and lives.

But, boy oh boy, it certainly looks like only Andrew McCarthy (the guy making the documentary) felt that way.

It sure felt like — no matter if it was Emilio Estevez, Lea Thompson, Rob Lowe, Demi Moore, Ally Sheedy, or Jon Cryer — none of them really cared all that much? To the point where Molly Ringwald, Judd Nelson, and Anthony Michael Hall declined to even be interviewed.

Besides the fact that, as many of them pointed out, they weren’t even really friends and haven’t spoken to each other in 30+ years.

The scene where McCarthy goes to speak to David Blum who wrote the original “Brat Pack” article for New York Magazine was very uncomfortable. McCarthy was clearly wanting him to apologize and admit that writing the article was a mistake, and the whole thing was just weird.

At the end of the day, my biggest take away was that McCarthy was really hung up on this moniker still after 30+ years, and the others couldn’t be bothered.

Overall, I had a good time watching this documentary. It wasn’t great… really by any stretch, but it was nice to watch people kind of talk about some movies that I watched when I was younger. Though, it would’ve been better if it was just them talking about making those movies.