I love movies. I always have. So, a piece of my youth died yesterday when I learned of the death of director/producer/writer John Hughes.
The man knew how to make people laugh. Or at least me. He made me laugh. A lot. While a lot of people will remember him mostly for the "Home Alone Series" or for "Ferris Bueller's Day Off," I loved his work with John Candy SO much more. I STILL cannot watch either "Planes, Trains and Automobiles" or "Uncle Buck" without breaking into hysterical laughter, in spite of having seen both movies dozens -- if not hundreds -- of times. After all, this was the man whose work spawned the screenplay for National Lampoon's Vacation.
As to my youth, I was a few years removed from the characters that were the main focus in "The Breakfast Club," "Pretty in Pink," and "Sixteen Candles" but was still a huge fan of all three. Especially Sixteen Candles.
Two other movies I liked of his were "Mr. Mom" and "She's Having A Baby."
While Hughes had disappeared from the limelight, it's hard to imagine that his memory isn't alive and well with GenXers.