Pretty in Pink
I have to confess, I didn’t give this the chance it deserved at first, I almost had a whole review pre-written in my head about the director not being John Hughes, though Hughes wrote the screenplay, about the cast around Ringwald just not being as exciting as that in other Hughes movies, really about the whole thing being generally a pass only, not as good as Sixteen Candles, certainly no Breakfast Club or Ferris Bueller. It didn’t immediately engage me as much as those other movies, and I did find myself tuning out quite a lot – but suddenly, relatively late in the movie, it takes a number of serious turns that really caught me off guard and the movie really does begin to touch those tough areas, like missing parents and social status, that Breakfast and Ferris found so well. Sure, it’s not as fun as Sixteen, nor as perfect as Breakfast or Ferris, but it’s certainly its own movie, and as much a kind of classic as any of them. Kind of a perfect “B” movie to go with Sixteen really, as I’ve done here tonight (yeh I kind of just had a impromptu solo slumber party tonight lol, no idea where that idea came from lol).