I love that final scene in Sixteen Candles when Molly Ringwald’s character Samantha has just emerged from inside the church to retrieve her sister’s wedding veil, only to discover that she’s missed the newlywed’s sendoff. Her heart sinks, her head drops in disappointment.  Her family has already forgotten about her–again. It’s at that moment, on the church steps that she resigns herself to being a castaway. But there, in the distance with cars slowly driving away, a teenager’s answered prayer is serendipitously revealed. It’s Jake, leaned against his red Porsche. He’s been waiting for her the entire time. We don’t know if Jake is coming,Read More →