Sporadic wit and the presence of the ever-lovely Molly Ringwald can only do so much to enliven Sixteen Candles, a limp Hughes film a world away from the simultaneous comedy and gravitas of the director's better films (like The Breakfast Club and Ferris Bueller's Day Off). Simply put, this movie has nothing interesting to say - at least in context - and condescends to both the viewer and the characters. Not a moment of it seems authentic.

The ghetto-blaster scene! Ducky! The terrible pink dress! I feel 14 all over again.

'Sixteen Candles' is the most '80s of the Hughes movies I've seen. The story of the awkward outsider putting on a brave face is timeless, so you get past the odd fashion choices and out-dated technology. Though Jack's relative ease in trading off his girlfriend for information on a new crush is crazy when put into perspective, yet it somehow makes all involved likeable and human by the end. The only thing I could do without is the sound effects. Gongs, flings and crashes make too silly at times.

A funny, charming little film that I could relate to as a teenager, despite being a giant, hairy guy. There are one too many cliches, but overall, it's a solid, enjoyable movie.

Maybe I'm crazy, but there is a moment that feels to me like the jock and the nerd discover they are pro-rape individuals. Speaking of which, this movie assaults you with awful Asian stereotypes and painful, awkward unfunny humor. You motherfuckers are crazy for liking this shit.

With her off-beat looks, for a Hollywood star that is, she was maybe THE girl in the 80s. This is one of her best.

Less annoying than other John Hughes teen epics, mainly by virtue of letting you know right up front that it takes place in a fantasy world

I gave this the highest rating I possibly could without my penis leaving me.