…is dead.
From TMZ:
John Hughes has died of a heart attack.
Hughes suffered the heart attack while taking a morning walk during a trip to NYC to visit family.
He was 59.
This biggest tragedy is that we will never get to see Jaws 3, People 0.
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I’m going to go home and watch MR. MOM and SIXTEEN CANDLES.
Rich, white, entitled, preppie teen pricks everywhere hang their collective head. The inevitable “voice of a generation” pieces we can expect are gonna be truly nauseating.
Damnit. Now it will be even harder for me to justify my dislike of The Breakfast Club.
Preppie? The best part about his films were that losers and outcasts were always central characters. Maybe the most underrated comedic genius of all-time.
He may or may not have been a decent human being; I didn’t know him personally. I do know that his movies made me want to vomit.
CLOSE YOUR TAGS. A man is dead here.
RIP
I gotta agree with #2. Despite really liking The Breakfast Club in 5th grade, the message in his films to young people was generally “stop being so different, grow up.” That, and “aren’t Asians fun to laugh at?”
I originally read the post as John Holmes.. hmm i thought hadn’t long dong silver been dead for ages?
how’s that?
#2 isn’t wrong, but neither is #4. Hughes built his stories on types in which a lot of kids could see themselves. Not a great strategy for making great art, but a great strategy for building enduring nostalgia. Maybe The Breakfast Club doesn’t hold up, but few films made for teenagers do.
And I’m not sure that “stop being so different” was really the message, though I grant that maybe my difference was so stubborn that it wouldn’t allow me to take that message home. I got more a sense that the message was that you need to insist that your difference be allowed a place at the table, that the different needed to pull themselves up by their social bootstraps to carve out a proper niche.
DON’T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME!
John Holmes and Long Dong Silver aren’t the same person.
Aw, shit. That’s too bad. Great movies. Ferris Bueller will always be my hero. And goddamn was he dreamy. That film is timeless.
I lost my virginity the day I saw The Breakfast Club. Ahhhh the memories of that couch in San Francisco…
What a shitty trailer for a great film. RIP, Mr Hughes.
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