Ah, the white teenaged angst is strong in this one!

In this John Hughes romp, you have social caste systems at play here, the guy and the girl(s) from the wrong side of the track, where all the rich dudes have mullets. You have your classic Breakfast Club detention nod where you find your new scruffy pals. You have the good looking jerk blatantly two timing his unsuspecting, naive GF. You have the gas-pumping protagonist blowing his entire college savings to impress a girl who doesn’t deserve it, and the girl who does offers to chauffeur her beloved’s date with said underserving girl. Ouch.  

You have the eternal question: Will Eric Stoltz choose the never-ending unconditional love from the girl-behind the guy who wants the other girl?

If only life was a John Hughes movie.  Spoiler Alert: This is pure fantasy fiction. 

I think I’d rather have drum sticks than diamonds any day. Right?