Forget Michael Jackson. The man who shaped my childhood was John Hughes. Jackson may have had a monkey, best selling records and the nation’s attention but did he make it okay to give your panties to a geek? Did he write and direct some of the best teen movies ever and in my opinion some of the best movies ever, period? Did he turn Molly Ringwald from a regular girl to a popular girl to an independently not popular girl? Could he make it somehow okay to want to date Eric Stultz?
John Hughes made five teens sitting in detention over the course of one day into the best teen movie ever. From the Breakfast Club (my favorite), Weird Science, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Sixteen Candles, Some Kind of Wonderful and Pretty in Pink (not my favorite) he dominates the list of great teen movies.
John Hughes with you goes some of my childhood, endlessly quoting the Breakfast Club and Sixteen Candles, (does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?). But that’s not really true. You may be gone but your movies are still hanging in there. Every time I need a happy ending, I know where to go.
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