Forget Twilight: if you’re in your mid-to-late thirties it’s likely you’ll remember S.E. Hinton, who published her first book, The Outsiders, in 1967. No, I’m not that old – but it, and a subsequent novel, Rumblefish, were both made into films by Francis Ford Coppola in the early 80s.
And as for sparkle-vampires: not only did these books have real bad boys – in The Outsiders‘ central battle of the Greasers v the Socs, no one cheered for the posh Socs – but the movies were the birthplace of the bratpack.
The Outsiders has, by contemporary standards, a wish-list of a cast: Matt Dillon, Patrick Swayze, Tom Cruise, Rob Lowe, Diane Lane, Emilio Estevez, Ralph Macchio, Tom Waits and the narrator Ponyboy, immortalised in t-shirt form above, played by C. Thomas Howell, all starred.
Needless to say, this lead early teenage me to rent the VHS tape of the film from the video shop at least once a week for a good auld good goo. Ponyboy’s frustration with and desire to have a better life than that of his underachieving brothers is a key theme, but when he and his friend Johnny attached by the Socs, it all starts to go horribly wrong …
Will I relive my love of the book and film with the t-shirt from The Lost Lanes for €23.35, or will I buy the DVD on Amazon for £7 and cross my fingers that it’s as ace as I remember, given the 20-odd year gap since I last saw it?
And perhaps most importantly of all, am I completely alone in my love of The Outsiders, or did you adore it too?