Tuesday, January 17, 2006

It's Kind Of Like Eating Spagettio's As An Adult...Just Not The Same

Not too long ago, my daughter discovered Molly Ringwald. She'd come across The Breakfast Club a couple of times on TV, and since she liked it, we rented Sixteen Candles. Both were good movies. Not Oscar-worthy, but good. So yesterday, when Hubby was out and we decided it was a good time to watch a "chick-flick", we put in Pretty In Pink.

I didn't remember much of Pretty In Pink, except that it had the same basic plot as every other teen 80's movie: guy & girl totally unsuited for each other fall for each other, overcome all kinds of obstacles and finally get together at the end. Now I know why I didn't remember it; there was absolutely nothing memorable about it. It was completely and utterly boring. The only part even remotely interesting was seeing Jon Cryer when he was young (if you don't recognize the name, he plays Charlie Sheen's brother on Two And A Half Men). His was also the only likeable character. Molly Ringwald was a bitch, her father was a bum, and all the kids at the high school were jerks. The lead male was a total dweeb with no backbone, and as I-Gave-Up-Doing-Homework-For-This?-Daughter pointed out several times, "He's not even hot."

We did watch the movie through until the end, I guess because we kept hoping it would get better (it didn't), and amused ourselves by making fun of the fashions. One thing about watching 80's movies: You can always make fun of the fashions. I mean, really, what were we thinking? Puffy sleeves? Three-tiered skirts? Jumpers? Baggy, pleated pants in pastel colors on guys? Even worse, these were the cool guys?

I think my daughter may be right. We really didn't have any taste.

Posted by The Gradual Gardener :: 7:44 AM :: 9 Comments:

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