RIP John Hughes

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Permalink Reply by Scone on August 6, 2009 at 3:19pm

Dedicated to John Hughes, Power to Believe (Instrumental) by the Dream Academy from Planes Trains and Automobiles

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Permalink Reply by beeswax on August 6, 2009 at 4:24pm

I feel like a building with giant chunks of my youth falling off the facade like plaster.

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Permalink Reply by ToxicDon on August 6, 2009 at 5:35pm

Ferris Bueller's Day Off was my favorite though The Breakfast Club is a very close second.

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Permalink Reply by jeldobar on August 7, 2009 at 12:46am

WOW ! ... That is a Huge Loss For the Movie World !! It won't be talked about enough

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Permalink Reply by Hitch on August 7, 2009 at 2:08am

With out a doubt Planes and Trains is my favorite but Weird Science and Breakfast Club are tied for 2nd.

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Permalink Reply by DLM on August 7, 2009 at 4:08am

What an amazing group of movies. I think everyone must have at least a couple of these on their all time list. I'm not a child of the 80's but, I still love both his comedies and his tales of teenage angst. How sad we won't get to see any new visions from him. I have to pick The Breakfast Club and Weird Science. With Home Alone a close third. I know Home Alone, but tell me the end isn't hilarious.

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Permalink Reply by Microwaved on August 7, 2009 at 7:02am

The Breakfast Club, I adore that movie from beginning to end.

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Permalink Reply by cinemaphile on August 7, 2009 at 2:57pm

Here's a pretty cool tribute video set to The Who's "Baba O'Riley."

http://blogs.trb.com/entertainment/technology/watchthis/2009/08/joh...

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Permalink Reply by beeswax on August 7, 2009 at 10:24pm

A.O. Scott has written this for the Times:

The ’80s Auteur of Teenage Angst

I’ve reached the age when my children sometimes ask, “Dad, what were things like in the olden days, when you were a teenager?” They mean the 1980s, and it’s not so easy to explain. The ancient past never is.

But in a pinch I can turn to “The Breakfast Club,” “Sixteen Candles” and “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.” The haircuts, the music, the clothes — it’s all there, and also something of the buoyancy and confusion of being young in those days when VCRs were still a novelty, and vinyl records were not yet obsolete, when text was not a verb, and the potential of the Internet was something not even the nerds of “Weird Science” could intuit.

John Hughes, who died on Thursday at 59, directed only eight films, of which the four I’ve mentioned are the best. All but his last, “Curly Sue,” belong to the ’80s, a decade in which Mr. Hughes was also busy as a producer, a screenwriter and a pop-culture embodiment of the age. Historians of cinema may be slow or begrudging in appreciating his achievement, but if auteur status is conferred by the possession of a recognizable style and set of themes, Mr. Hughes’s place in the pantheon cannot be denied.

Especially for those of us born between the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution and the Bicentennial, the phrase “a John Hughes movie” will instantly conjure a range of images and associations, including the smooth, pale faces of a bevy of young actors....

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