John Hughes is Dead

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He was responsible for some of the most enduring images, moments, and dialogue of my childhood. His movies were a comfort. He didn’t exploit young audiences, or pander to them.  He understood them. Teen suffering and teen boredom were treated with the respect. Adults were presented as assholes or well-meaning nitwits.  He made growing up a little more bearable for all of us sportos, motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, waistoids, dweebies and dickneads.  Just the other day  I was clicking through the channels and for a brief second lingered over a cable broadcast of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.  It was the history teacher scene.  Not the “Bueller… Bueller..” attendance part, but during his lecture on economics: “Does anyone know what Vice President Bush called this in 1980? Anyone? Something-d-o-o economics. “Voodoo” economics.” John Hughes captured the paralyzing boredom of high school in a few shots of the students.  The blank stare of the girl with the bad skin.  The sudden start of the sleeping boy who’s drooled all over his desk.  The chewed up pencils.  The drone of Ben Stein’s voice. He was on our side. He got it.  There’s nothing like that going on today.  Teen movies are grossouts, the characters don’t endure.  Zach Efron would never have been in a John Hughes movie.  I just want to say thank you John Hughes. Click on the link to see more images that are more like snapshots of old friends that we know because you gave them to us. I’ll add more as I find them.

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