Once more, with feeling

I just finished watching Pretty in Pink for the millionth time and I have to say, no matter how many damn times I watch Duckie dance around like a fool to Otis Redding, I still love him to bits. Why did Andie have to be such an idiot and let Blaine the Household Appliance's good looks woo her away from the Duckman? I mean, he not only has a great sense of fashion (love the bowler hat my darling!) and a killer wit to match but he can also appreciate the true greatness of a juice box. Call me crazy, but I think Andie is a dumbass to give someone like that up. Then again, this is the same woman who butchered a perfectly respectable prom dress and made it into a potato sack. Seriously, Andie, I love you but just cause the dress is pink doesn't mean it's pretty.

I’d better stop myself before I go on a total rant about Andie’s poor judgements in the second half of the movie – and let me tell you that could last at least 3 hours. I’ve got a busy day tomorrow what with work, school (Eek! I shudder at the mere thought!) and the horror of metropass line-ups.  To quote the Duckman himself, I’m off like a dirty shirt. J