Francis Ford Coppola’s The Outsiders, based on the novel by S.E. Hinton, is one of those
iconic movies from my childhood. It was slightly before my time, but I watched
it any time I caught it on TV. The boys in the film were old enough that to me
they were grown up. Still, something in the story connected with me in a strong
way so that I lived and breathed with their actions and, in some cases, their
tragic ends. Of course it didn’t hurt that it’s a story about boys being boys
without any real authority to direct their rambunctious energy and it all ends
with an epic rumble in the rain and mud.
