| Good golly, but Molly Ringwald would be a guilty pleasure, except that the eternally postpubescent tease is the ripening embodiment of innocent, naive eroticism. There is no shame in sitting through sentimental teen fodder such as Sixteen Candles (1984), Pretty in Pink (1986), or The Breakfast Club (1985). Especially not The Breakfast Club, with its lingering up-skirt sCelebrity focusing on Molly's cotton-fresh pantie |
