I just got the Criterion Collection edition of Dazed and Confused and have now decided that it is officially one of my favorite movies of all time. It's one of the only movies that actually makes me a little sad when it ends, just because it's over. When I first saw it in middle school, I didn't like it all that much. I mean, it was okay, but for the most part, I didn't even know what marijuana was, so a vast majority of the movie sort of went over my head. I enjoyed it here and there throughout high school, but I really came to love it in college. I think a big part of that comes from the fact that this movie is ideally seen under some form of inebriation (there's even an essay in the DVD booklet by Chuck Klosterman in which he explains that this movie benefitted from the viewer being under the influence of THC more than any other in recent memory). Anyway, rewatching it now, there's almost a sense of sadness, knowing that I will never be able to do these wild things that I did in high school ever again. Which is probably a good thing, in the long run, but I'm kind of stuck between actually experiencing my wild youth and being nostalgic for those days. Plus the soundtrack kicks frickin' ass.