One last collaboration for John Hughes and Molly Ringwald, whose creative partnership dissolved after this film. Somewhat softer and more self-serious than the preceding teen epics Sixteen Candles and The Breakfast Club, it tackles social cliques and classism from various perspectives. Ringwald and leading man Andrew McCarthy, akin to Romeo and Juliet, find their young relationship stressed by the negative influence of friends who insist they find someone closer to their own status. There really isn't much sparkle to the pairing, though, apart from a few awkward make-out scenes, and they both come off as especially wet noodles in comparison to the vibrant, brash supporting cast. Jon Cryer is most memorable of these as Duckie, a flamboyant mod who's been carrying a torch for Ringwald all his life, and nearly steals the film with an abrupt dance/lip-sync number just before everything gets overly angsty. Most of the third act is wasted on hand-wringing and moping, though, and the ending (changed at the last minute, much to Hughes's chagrin) feels disingenuous even if it does make a better fit for the movie's theme. The window dressings are drowned in '80s flavor, too, from the appropriately synthy soundtrack to the Halloween-grade costume choices. Looks like everyone at this school was either Don Johnson, Sid Vicious or Morrissey.

Harry Dean Stanton is the MVP of this movie. Jon Cryer's overacting annoyed me. This movie doesn't hold up very well, it's just forgetful.

You should have told me the ending was designed to make me angry

Mmmm idk this was weird In the end I didn't want her to end with any of those two but if I had to choose I would have chose Duck cause he really liked her the way she is and Blane didn't Sure duck can be a little too much but he is cute Some movies are godd some are bad some are epic and some are terrible this one just is

When I was younger, I supported Duckie. Now I realize all the males in this movie were awful people. I’m just not sure John Hughes was aware of that.