"Maybe it was a dream, you know, a very weird, bizarre, vivid, erotic, wet, detailed dream. Maybe we have malaria?"
When Weird Science was released in 1985, I was relieved that somebody finally came forward to make a film for people like me: Horny Geeks with a sense of humour: So I was not the only boy in the world with a huge stack of Playboys, Omnis and a computer! Gosh, who would have thought. John Hughes gave with his first four films (Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, Weird Science, Ferris Bueller's Day Off) a whole worldwide generation of disenfranchised, uglyish non-jocks the reassuring feeling that they were not alone on this world and that the daily struggle against the beautiful assholes at school was a fight not fought alone.
This is what this film is about: Recognition and the desire to be wanted.
Somewhere in the US, in some easily exchangeable suburb, Garry (Anthony Michael Hall) and Wyatt (Ilan Mitchell-Smith) are two average boys in a world where being average is just not good enough. Sitting one evening in Wyatt's room, they fantasize about creating the perfect simulation of a woman with Wyatt's computer (which looks remarkably like an MSX): She should be brainy, sexy, lewd and an easy lay: to perfect the woman for two geeks who never got laid (or even touched a woman). So they hack into the local mainframe, scan in a couple of pictures and start simulating away. To add a bit of mysticism, they attach a Barbie doll to the serial port and hum a bit:
Wyatt: Garry, by the way, why are we wearing bras on our heads?
And yes, the perfect woman (aka Kelly LeBrock) appears in Garry's closet: she's horny, she's scantily clothed and she can make every of their wishes come true. She gives them sportscars and cool clothes, makes a fool of their archenemy (Robert Downey Jr) and teaches Wyatt's sadistic big brother (a hilarious Bill Paxton) a lesson (by letting it snow in his bedroom and turning him into a slimy, ball-less monster). By displaying some motherly insight, she even gives them the chance to fall in love and fight for their girls (against a horde of mutant bikers right out of Mad Max) during their first own party.
" You know, I can't believe this, Wyatt. I'm so disappointed in us. I mean, all our lives we've been saying how great it would be if we went to parties, right? And now it's our party and we're in the john. We're in the john! "
Everybody seems happy.
Then she vanishes...
I can not recommend this movie more highly: This (with Ferris Bueller's Day Off) is Hughes masterpiece and should be seen as his lasting legacy to the first generation that grew up with immense media pressure to be perfect in any way.
A very funny, and very human film.