For many of us, even at the tail-end of Gen X, John Hughes basically directed our childhoods or--more accurately--he directed the idealized reminisces of our childhoods that never really existed. Midwestern adolescence--and, admittedly, Wonder Bread white--with all the angst and drama that was growing up in the 80s. It was sometimes campy, always idealized, yet often brutally honest fiction. So many of us loved what he did--and despite the crap he put out after 1991, he will be sorely missed by my generation.
Breakfast Club. Ferris Bueller. 16 Candles. Weird Science. Pretty in Pink. Uncle Buck. The list goes on...
If you talk to someone from my generation and they don't get the references, they aren't really one of us. It's like the kid who never saw Star Wars--yeah, I'm sure he's cool, but how did he get through without it???
Anyway, I saw the following on Daily Dish tonight and absolutely love it.
John Hughes, RIP.