Slacker
Richard Linklater, 1991
A nowhere city provides the backdrop for the transition from one era to another, and with the new age comes a new set of rôle models toward whom those of my generation might aspire, variously "hanging out", "still unemployed", having been "in hospital", and given to a baffling array of style choices, particularly the men. Nor is that the only way the film foreshadows the future - there's a prescience to the profusion of rambling monologue, the espousal of various strands of conspiracy thinking and the near-zero demand on the viewer's attention as one vignette meanders into the next. As in many films that aspire to come across as more stupid than they are, there's a self-referential nod to the process of film-making, and the closing scene is a delirious whirl, characters lost in the simple joy of chronicling one another.