Watched High School Confidential last night, which contains the funniest hip-poetry-reading scene I've ever witnessed (the only hip-poetry-reading scene I've ever witnessed?). Plus, Jerry Lee Lewis sings at all the teen events, and much of the script was written in semi-intelligible hipster slang, and the women wear those kind of traffic-cone undergarments, and the happy ending ensues when the cute girl gives up smoking pot and confines herself to regular cigarettes and the hero escapes from an immoral liaison with his aunt to a moral one with his nice upstanding teacher. I guess high school was more fun in the 50s. . . .