Don't think this was the intention, but easily the coolest on screen drunk duo.
Jon Cryer is an insufferably obnoxious stalker creep whose relationship with Molly Ringwald even on a friendship level is unfathomable. Andrew McCarthy is odd, devoid of personality, and inadvertently kind of creepy; almost at times coming across like a proto-Hugh Grant. Ironically, it is James Spader posited as the movie's archetypal rich asshole decked out in his '80s Miami drug czar wardrobe and aviators who is the most charismatic presence among the dudes vying for the affections of Molly Ringwald.
1. I don't know what I was hoping to take away from watching 20th Century Women, but definitely not a pseudo-profound yet stubbornly shallow work that is less a character ensemble and rather a bunch of ciphers broadly representing branches of white counterculture. Worse, these representations just get collapsed into bland universalized voice-over monologues set to trite musical cues and sped up visuals and montages that essentially boil down to "We're all getting through this crazy ride called life, maaan!…