The Breakfast Club was the big movie when I was in high school. In fact, I remember almost every time we went to my friend Karen's house, we'd pop it in her then-"new fangled" VCR. Ferris Beuller's Day Off was another favorite and I love that it is constantly on cable. I could watch that movie all day long.
John Hughes really understood Generation X, a generation I am part of and have written about in my own book. He certainly influences my own thinking and I am saddened by his death, especially since he had stopped making movies in order to spend more time with his son and apparently because of his disenchantment with Hollywood's greed after the death of John Candy who Hughes claimed was worked to death.
Today a colleague forwarded (or twittered really) me this blog article by a woman who was a pen pal with Hughes. It is well worth reading:
He made me feel like what I said mattered.
"I can't tell you how much I like your comments about my movies. Nor can I tell you how helpful they are to me for future projects. I listen. Not to Hollywood. I listen to you. I make these movies for you. Really. No lie. There's a difference I think you understand."
If just one person would write something that meaningful about me, I will die a happy, happy man.
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