Sadly John Hughes died today of a heart attack. He was in his fifties.
I loved, plain loved, John Hughes movies. From Sixteen Candles to Pretty In Pink to Breakfast Club to Some Kind Of Wonderful to Ferris Bueller to Weird Science, he defined eighties cinema for me. I connected to his teenage characters, their quirkiness and alienation and yearning and earnestness and hopefulness. They were trapped in a world where parents and teachers just don't undestand and the other kids looked down on them. But then deep down they really were the coolest, fairest, most decent of them all. It would take them a while to figure that out, but eventually they do find their ways, all to the soundtrack of The Smiths, Simple Minds, OMD, and the like. Please, please let them get what they want.
Check out this remembrance of John Hughes. It tells of what a wonderful spirit this man was.
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