It's not even midday, and already I'm sick to the back-teeth hearing about John Hughes.
Was there this much fuss when Akira Kurosawa died? Or should he have made some inconsequential films about how crap being a teenager is, but it's worse when you grow up because your soul dies?
Twaddle, I say. Like everyone else, I thought my life had been changed when I watched The Breakfast Club for the first time. I thought I'd finally discovered cinema.
Fortunately, the same day I bought The Breakfast Club in Our Price's buy 2 get 1 free sale, I also bought Taxi Driver. I watched it right after TBC.
Endy fucking story. Seriously, what do you think was going to have more affect on a 15 year old? This:
Or this?
Still, I like She's Having A Baby, and the Home Alone flicks (which he only wrote, to be fair) and a handful of others. Although according to Wikipedia, he only actually directed about 8 movies, so he was hardly prolific. In fact, I'm going to be the first to come out and call him lazy. The man never directed another movie after Curly Sue, and that was in 1991. To be fair, he was probably stopped.
Still, at least back then people like Hughes bothered to write movies that didn't necessarily talk down to kids, even if they did pander a bit to the narcissistic side of being a teenager.
