I woke up this morning to the news that John Hughes had died of a heart attack yesterday in New York.
I was absolutely stunned and saddened at this. For people of my generation, who were teens in the 80s and who learned cool terms like "neo-maxi-zoom-dweebie", quips about Barry Manilow raiding the principal's wardrobe and yearning for Jake Ryan while lamenting giving your panties to some geek, John Hughes was king. His movies perfectly captured the essence of adolescence - - angst, self-consciousness, mortification, irresponsibility and music.
What stands out most to me about John Hughes was his incredible ability to write female teens so very well. Samantha Baker, from Sixteen Candles and Andie Walsh from Pretty in Pink, was every girl who had a crush on a popular boy who didn't notice her. Allison from The Breakfast Club as the social outcast who was revealed as strangely attractive; Watts from Some Kind of Wonderful who is a tomboy with a big crush; Amanda from Some Kind of Wonderful who wants more than being popular with a popular boyfriend.
Losing John Hughes is like losing a part of my teens and a part of the 80s.
Rest in peace, John. You will be missed but will live on through your movies.