In an exclusive extract from Brat: An 80s Story, actor, writer and director Andrew McCarthy writes about his life in the 80s when he, Rob Lowe, Molly Ringwald, Emilio Estevez and Demi Moore all became part of a group of iconic actors who came to represent both a genre of film and an era in pop culture.
The Boys of Winter was my first Broadway show. I had been advised not to do the play because of the six-month commitment it demanded. The thinking was that taking myself off the market for so long a stretch might hamper the momentum I'd begun to gather in my film career. But in my mind there was no question. If someone was offering me a job on Broadway, I was going to leap at it.
The show struggled from the start. The cast included Ving Rhames, Matt Dillon and after a few weeks Wesley Snipes took over for another actor who was let go. There were constant rewrites. New scenes were tried out in the show every evening, while other material was jettisoned, including (mercifully) the moment of my stripping naked and falling from a high tree into the waiting arms of my cast mates.
The show was in trouble, yet the visceral response from many of those attending was palpable. Ron Kovic, a Vietnam War hero, activist and author of the memoir Born on the Fourth of July, was there most evenings. Ron usually brought fellow veterans along. And after the curtain came down, we would all retire to the bar around the corner. The vets were grateful someone was trying to tell their story, while we craved their approval. I felt expansive when I drank, in a way I wasn't when sober, my anxieties and fears subsiding. Elbows on tables cluttered with empty glasses, we all talked and cried and hugged — and drank the bar dry every night.
Then the phone rang. The studio on Pretty in Pink had conducted a test screening in which the audience spoke loud and clear. They'd loved the movie until my character stood up Molly at the prom. That Blane turned out to be a jerk had apparently not sat well with the audience, either. They wanted us to be together. [Scriptwriter] John Hughes suggested a reshoot. Paramount agreed. But I was on stage six nights a week in New York, playing a marine with a shaved head. I was measured for a wig. And, because the show didn't end until after the last flight, Paramount sent the jet.