Poor John Hughes. He died today from a heart attack. I'm almost speechless. His films made such an impression on me and still do. I can watch them over and over and over again -- no problem. (Well, maybe not Maid in Manhattan
but certainly Sixteen Candles
, Breakfast Club
and Ferris Bueller's Day Off
. I still like She's Having a Baby
and Pretty in Pink
is a keeper.)
Give me a Saturday afternoon and a John Hughes marathon on TV and I won't leave the couch -- not even for food.
If I had a dime for all the filmmakers I have met (including myself) who said, I want to make a John Hughes film, I would be a gazillionaire.
John, you had a way about you (pause here in memory) -- you will be missed!
Here is a great tribute:
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