In “The Big Chill” (1983), a funeral causes college friends to meet up again in their 30s. They try to answer questions about who they used to be and who they are now. Nothing is resolved, but the dialogue is brilliant. So is the soundtrack, which is an amazing collection of Motown hits and other tracks (like “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” by the Rolling Stones).
Even though “The Big Chill” is about my parents’ generation, the characters (the failed writer, the lawyer with her biological clock, the confused TV star, the sell-out journalist) are like people I knew in high school or college.
The messages of my youth haven’t added up to anything either. And I’m trying to answer the same questions raised by “The Big Chill”. Who were we then, and who are we now?
My generation danced while we looked at our shoes. And we don’t seem to have this:
Where is my Big Chill?