From today’s NY Times:
“You might say that, as an artist, John Hughes never outgrew high school. It’s disconcerting to consider how many of the stars of his films have remained stuck in the ’80s, unable or unwilling to turn the corner and become grown-up movie stars. And it’s a little eerie that Mr. Hughes died so soon after Michael Jackson, another fixture of ’80s popular culture locked in perpetual youth.
Their deaths make me feel old, but more than that, they make me aware of belonging to a generation that has yet to figure out adulthood, for whom life can feel like a long John Hughes movie. You know the one. That Spandau Ballet song is playing at the big dance. You remember the lyrics, even if it’s been years since you heard them last. This is the sound of my soul. I bought a ticket to the world, but now I’ve come back again. Why do I find it hard to write the next line?”
Posted by: Mariela