Let's be underappreciated elements of Francis Ford Coppola's THE OUTSIDERS (1983)

I love the Outsiders on WGN. Hot mountain men.

I'm Tim, the Greaser that borrows the Curtis family couch for a few hours.

I'm Rob Lowe emerging from a shower in only a towel, and hoping that Patrick Swayze will notice me. I am on the other hand avoiding Tammy C, who is trying to feed me chocolate cake by hand.

I'm a young Sofia Coppola, hassling Matt Dillon for a nickel while he's parked up at a Dairy Queen.

I'm C. Thomas Howell's delicious teenage schlong.

Cherry Valance maintaining, instead of sleeping with that dirtball Dallas.

How can carrying the ball be inexplicable when it's to play with between periods? That's a clear purpose.

[quote]I'm Rob Lowe emerging from a shower in only a towel

R7, what 15 year-old guy is happy to be seen playing with one by himself on campus? Particularly a serious, moody student like Ponyboy who wants to look cool in front of his crush.

But then again, this was set before kids even had Walkmans and whatever cool shit 80's teens had for entertainment, so maybe it's because of the times.

I'm Johnny Cade's salty expression whenever Ponyboy audaciously starts whining about his home life.

R3 I am said chocolate cake, being devoured by Emilio Estevez and washed down with tepid beer.

I am the gorgeous lighting and cinematography that, even if unnatural, flattered all of the young cast in dreamlike ways.

Maybe none more than Diane Lane as Cherry, who just may outlast them all.

I am the last line of the story, which becomes awesome when you remember/realise it was the opening line as well.

I am Ralph Macchio I look like Gabriela Sabatini

I'm S. E. Hinton, calling shots over Francis and running this shit. The cast all call me 'Mom'.

I’m Ralph Macchio. My New York Italianself sticks out like a sore thumb but other than C. Thomas Howelll I give the only good performance.

Conversely we became to two who didn’t become adult A-list stars.

I am Tom Cruise's fucked up original TEEF!

I'm the original version of the film that bastard Coppola won't allow released on Blu-ray with his father's beautiful original score.

I'm a dusty, elderly, fat DL member, reminiscing about how The Outsiders fueled my pedo lust.