To me, nothing screams ’80s like John Hughes, synthesizers, and Ray-Bans. I swear, I hear an ’80s soundtrack and instantly start salivating for popcorn — like some kind of Pavlovian retro movie nerd. Suddenly, I’m holding a remote control and a VHS tape, dreaming of all things Molly Ringwald. Then *click* I am transported back to a simpler time — filled with boomboxes, Rubik’s Cubes, and big hair moments.