While not as revered as the likes of Francis Ford Coppola, Martin Scorsese or Steven Spielberg, John Hughes was a brilliant director with an collection of iconic films on his resume.
Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
The Breakfast Club.
Planes, Trains and Automobiles.
The list is far more expansive than that, including the original introduction to The Griswold family, multiple Molly Ringwald vehicles and the criminally underrated Uncle Buck.
More recently, he was cursed out on celluloid by Jay and Silent Bob (well, really just Jay) in Kevin Smith's Dogma, as the stoner dynamic duo landed in the abortion clinic parking lot after a failed attempt to locate Hughes' fictional setting of Shermer, Illinois.
Long before I started loving the style and approach of certain directors, I loved John Hughes flicks, complete with their killer soundtracks and entertaining teen entanglements.
The Breakfast Club was a home sick from school staple.
Hughes passed away from a heart attack earlier today at the age of 59.
Hopefully, somebody acknowledges his excellence and gets a John Hughes marathon on sometime soon.
I know I would call in sick from work for that...
Thanks for all the lasting memories.