John Hughes 1950-2009
By NYT bit here.
It may be a generational thing, but when I think about John Hughes, there’s a certain subset of his oeuvre that I think about. In some ways, these films are nothing more than a guilty pleasure, in others, evocative of a certain time and place, (naturally). Having graduated from high school in 1986, I was a card carrying member of his target market.
Oddly enough, I think a line from Dylan Moran’s Black Books captures, in a sense, Hughes’ characterization of high school:
Bernard: “But you hated school, you had a terrible time.”
Fran: “I’ve never said that.”
Bernard: “You didn’t have to say anything, I just look at your life now and work backwards.”
My favorite of Hughes films is Home Alone, erm, Some Kind of Wonderful, if only because I had a crush on Mary Stuart Masterson. (But then SKoW is a guilty pleasure; Planes, Trains, and Automobiles is a clearly superior film).
