I just heard that John Hughes died of a heart attack on Thursday. I grew up wishing that my teenage years would be like a John Hughes movie, and the few moments that came close were the most wonderful.
My friends and I used to recite lines from Weird Science and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and the Breakfast Club to each other. We’d sit in the dirt in the playground and plan the day we’d bunk off school, steal our dads’ Ferraris and have a wild adventure in the city. Except we never did, and our dads all drove Sierras.
I can’t listen to Simple Minds’ ‘don’t you forget about me’ without seeing Judd Nelson punch his fist in the air and feeling fucking amazing.
In a hotel room a couple of weeks ago in Dublin, I got a real 80s nostalgia craving, and sat up till 2 watching clips of Ferris Bueller and other eighties movies on You Tube. These scenes took me straight back to being 14, wondering if I’d ever date Ally Sheedy, feeling sad because I knew in my heart that it was impossible to create Kelly LeBrock on a computer.
Check out this John Hughes montage – oh God I’m welling up again.
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