OK, that video is cool.
(.)(.) just sent me this. It makes so much sense.
Basically, some human on a message board wondered:
What if Cameron CREATED Ferris?
Ferris Bueller, the person, is just a figment of Cameron's imagination, like Tyler Durden, and Sloane is the girl Cameron secretly loves.
One day while he's lying sick in bed, Cameron lets "Ferris" steal his father's car and take the day off, and as Cameron wanders around the city, all of his interactions with Ferris and Sloane, and all the impossible hijinks, are all just played out in his head... Cameron is alone, just imagining it all.
It isn't until he destroys the front of the car in a fugue state does he finally get a grip and decide to confront his father, after which he imagines a final, impossible escape for Ferris and a storybook happy ending for Sloane ("He's gonna marry me!"), the girl that Cameron knows he can never have.
Motherfucker. I always knew that film was a work of unbridled genius, but now. Well. It might be the greatest piece of existentialist cinema EVAH!