Good golly, but Molly Ringwald would be a guilty pleasure, except that the eternally postpubescent tease is the ripening embodiment of innocent, naïve 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 shot focusing on Molly's cotton-fresh panty shield, a view that gives rise to thoughts of wonder, as in: "I wonder if Molly's lower lips are as full and lust swollen as the facial labia that she nibbles on so adorably whenever experiencing a frisson of adolescent sexual tension?" Ringwald's signature characters are usually gawky and endearing, like a curvy gosling in the process of transforming into a sleekly sensual swan. Molly left the Brat Pack nest and spent a few years in Paris, gaining a Continental outlook that resulted in Malicious (1995). See Molly all grown up and smoking a cigarette. She also smoked in a topless girl-on-top boff with her remarkably mature chest pillows tossing in the breeze.