American Graffiti [upd] -

American Graffiti is therefore not a memory. It is a séance. Lucas summons the ghosts of his own generation to remind us that the past is not a warm blanket; it is a trap. The film’s deep, aching truth is that the “best years of your life” are only recognizable as such in retrospect, and that recognition is a form of grief. You cannot go back to the strip. You cannot save John or Terry. You can only watch the headlights disappear over the horizon, hear Wolfman Jack sign off, and feel the cold, silent approach of the dawn that changes everything.

So turn off your phone. Turn down the lights. Put on your favorite leather jacket (or poodle skirt). And listen for the Wolfman. Over 50 years later, the cruise is still running. American Graffiti