Twenty-five years of “The Lost Boys”

Posted on August 7, 2012 by jessicap

If it weren’t for the SFist, I’d have no idea today was the 25th anniversary of the cult classic that is “The Lost Boys.”

I watched it for the first time soon after moving here, figuring it was sort of required viewing. I love seeing the boardwalk as it looked pre-Loma Prieta and seeing Kiefer Sutherland pre-”24″ is also a hoot.

The Atlantic has a little perspective on the movie 25 years later.

Random fact: The tagline “murder capital of the world” on the sign for the movie’s fictionalized version of Santa Cruz — Santa Carla — has its roots in fact.

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  • Jan

    There was some sort of “vampire killing” in the flats down by the boardwalk, bunch of drugged up kids would poke holes in each other and suck the blood. One died. This was oh…25 years ago.

  • Boomer

    Santa Cruz got more than its share of serial killers, but it was a Norcal-wide phenom in the ’60s, ’70s, and ’80s. I grew up in Vallejo, and one of the Zodiac’s first two kills was a friend of my sister.nnUsed to be somebody would find a body up in the mountains every year or two, after the rain washed out a shallow grave somebody’d dug in the woods. They weren’t necessarily killed up there; it was just a good place to dump a body; a mere 20-minute speed run from downtown San Jose. After the hills got more developed in the ’90s, the body-dumpers went elsewhere.nnAsk the old-timers on the paper, though, about the guy in San Jose who chopped up his girlfriend, drove to the end of the municipal pier after midnight and dumped the pieces into the bay. The guy didn’t know how tides worked, unfortunately. That was back in the ’90s.nnThere was another murder around that time, I think over drugs. Four drifters squatting on the north coast killed one of their number in a dispute, chopped him up, and dropped one or two parts at each beach from the city limits northward. I guess they figured that the pieces wouldn’t be noticed, or put together. They were, and they were.