"You're not dying, you just can't think of anything good to do."
Woke up this morning to find that a writing hero of mine, John Hughes, has died aged 59 of a heart attack. Unlike a lot of recent celebrity deaths, this one has actually shaken me a little. Two of his movies, Ferris Bueller and Breakfast club, hold separate but equally important places in my development into adulthood.
I was going to do a more in depth post, but then I came across this article, which was far more moving than anything I could say about the man, so I shall leave it there. I strongly urge you all to go and read it, if you haven’t done so already.
So here’s to you Mr Hughes. A truly gifted comedy writer, creator of some of cinema’s most memorable characters and funniest quotes. You have been missed since you left our screens, and will be ever more so now.
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