DVD Review: Howard Deutch’s Pretty in Pink on Paramount Home Entertainment

Jon Hughes’s frustrated sarcasm branded a generation.

Pretty in PinkJohn Hughes was born in 1950 but connected deeply with the next generation’s cultural brooding. With Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, and Pretty in Pink—his ubiquitous “Brat Pack” trilogy—he single-handedly defined teenagers’ high-pitched emotional neediness for the country’s silver screens: Kids broke from convention—collectively taking the day off, like their hero Ferris Bueller—in order to announce to the world their frustration with being young, bored, and unpopular. Today’s young directors reared in the ’80s repackage their own iconic John Hughes moments as arrogant insults to their audience’s intelligence—for proof, just look at any melodramatic scene in a Kevin Smith movie. In this nostalgia, some critics have recast Hughes’s work as mushy nonsense. But while the man’s trademarks have become clichés, to re-watch his best work is to realize how much it carried an authentic sense of heartache about high school life. Whereas Mean Girls used a visual metaphor turning students into ravaging lions as a dull-headed joke, Hughes created a lion’s den that felt perilously real.

Andie (Molly Ringwald) and Duckie (Jon Cryer), Pretty in Pink’s working-class outsiders (“zooids” within the school’s hallways, underlining their alien detachment), suffer intimidation from the preppy blonds (typified by James Spader) who encircle them in the school’s oppressive white-washed interiors; the laughing is only to soothe the pain. Never is this sentiment truer than in Duckie, played with God-sent sensitivity by Cryer. He nervously fumbles to entertain Andie with queer cocktail puns (“This is a really volcanic ensemble you’re wearing”) and ecstatic song-and-dances, swooning when she turns her back, “I love this woman. I love this woman, and I have to tell her.” It’s a diva complex only befitting a gay man, but the rapture and subsequent dejection of his unreciprocated first crush is universal. He bounces off the walls and yanks at the screen like a ball of pent-up hormones, a character any post-pubescent viewer can instantly recognize.

If emotionally invested audiences sense a cop-out in Hughes’s re-shot happy-ever-after ending between Andie and her wealthy Prince Charming, it’s because Ringwald’s persona was always a bit of a cop-out—an outsider cool enough for mainstream audiences (it’s no wonder today’s Ringwald is Lindsay Lohan). Duckie dealt with sacrifice, letting go of Andie to retain his integrity, where Hughes’s Ferris Bueller-lite fans could only register self-satisfaction. In life, as in Pretty in Pink, the real prom king dances alone. And by those standards, the ending is hardly a cop-out but a relieving mark of truth. Hey, there’s a reason they call the new DVD the Everything’s Duckie Edition. Within the span of Hughes’s heyday, he was.

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Image/Sound

Apart from some annoying artifacts, the transfer looks bright and vibrant. John Hughes (and his protégé director in this case, Howard Deutch) knew how to package real teenage anguish in poppy, for-the-masses style, an achievement this slightly warm-toned, contrast-y image respects. Its soundtrack is more disappointing, a collection of flat pop songs and hollow dialogue that sounds like it was recorded from inside an alley.

Extras

As with all featurettes made up of cast and crew interviews, Pretty in Pink’s depend on the people on screen. Ringwald is, well, obnoxious. Spader is nowhere in sight. Jon Cryer, like his character, is magical. Director Howard Deutch gives a rather thin, casual commentary remembering behind-the-scenes moments, but it’s fun to hear him wax nostalgic about his “first girlfriend.” Indeed, the direction is understated in an amateur way but heartfelt nonetheless. Deutch says about the colorful costumes and high-pitched emotional sensibility: “It’s like a musical!” He gets it. Also tacked onto the special features: a photo gallery, if you’re really so obsessed.

Overall

From Molly Ringwald’s pretty-in-pink mouth to the political banter of Jon Stewart’s Daily Show, Jon Hughes’s frustrated sarcasm branded a generation.

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 Cast: Molly Ringwald, Harry Dean Stanton, Jon Cryer, Andrew McCarthy, Annie Potts  Director: Howard Deutch  Screenwriter: John Hughes  Distributor: Paramount Home Entertainment  Running Time: 96 min  Rating: PG-13  Year: 1986  Release Date: August 29, 2006  Buy: Video, Soundtrack

Paul Schrodt

Paul Schrodt is a freelance writer and editor living in Los Angeles and covering entertainment. He’s contributed to Esquire, GQ, Men’s Health, The Wall Street Journal, The Hollywood Reporter, Los Angeles magazine, and others.

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