Storywise, it pits the quick and nonchalant Bueller vs. They’re never more than the dupes deserved in the first place.Īt its best Ferris Bueller is a free-spirited romp, a devil-may-care respite from grueling dailiness. Bueller’s not above making things hot for people - but his darts and ruses aren’t callous. Although he’s brainy and cocky, he’s not mean-spirited. He’s got enough of an arrogant edge to enlist his frisky girlfriend (Mia Sara) and his reclusive buddy (Alan Ruck) to share in the escapade. But it’s spring in Illinois, and his young-man’s fancy has been aroused. Not that Bueller’s ever been overly intimidated by the daily structural lunacies of his teachers or the school’s hapless dean (Jeffrey Jones). Matthew Broderick stars as Ferris Bueller, a breezy, suburban-enriched whiz who needs a break from high school regimentation. And, as usual, Hughes has stacked the deck totally against them. As is typical in Hughes’ film world, the authority figures are at best a hapless, cheerless bunch - rule-mongers who flaunt their positions to lord over kids in controlled situations.
Once again, the target for Hughes’ rapier wit is high schoolers’ hiearchy (drone-on teachers, deans, parents).
