One thing I had forgotten about in High School Confidential, and a lot of the other movies of the 1950s, is that the young women wear shockingly tight sweaters which make them look as though they've got very pointy and perky breasts.
I did briefly mention the slang, but forgot that there was a hilarious beat poem called High School Drag which is recited at the 50s equivalent of a poetry slam. The words are pretty funny:
My old man was a bread stasher all his life.
He never got fat. He wound up with a used car,
a 17 inch screen and arthritis.
Tomorrow is a drag, man.
Tomorrow is a king sized bust.
This goes on for several verses, with the jazz combo playing accompaniment for the poet. If you don't have the DVD of High School Confidential, you're not out of luck, as it's on YouTube. And note the sweater that the reciter (Philippa Fallon) is wearing.
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