Don't know about you, but I'm not sure how many more deaths we can handle in 2009... only five months left. Only five more months *rocks slowly*
The man responsible for a surge of teenage hormones in cinemas worldwide throughout the 80s has died of a heart attack, aged 59. He was taking a walk in NYC yesterday morning when it happened. He had been in the city visiting family.
On behalf of myself and my sisters, I would like to thank John Hughes for thrilling us senseless with stunning soundtracks; female drummers; a karmic monster called Chet; alternative uses for dandruff/discarded prom dresses; nimble sewing machine work; and for making redheads cool (here's looking at you, Eric Stoltz, Leah Thompson and, of course, Molly Ringwald). He did make us feel fiercely financially bereft when he gave the "poor kids" in Pretty in Pink answering machines (sorry, but that was positively space age to us in 1986), but we'll leave him off... he also gave us menfolk called Steff and Blane *swoons*.
So, *sings* Dannnke schoen, darling, danke schooooen - for Pretty in Pink; Ferris Bueller's Day Off; Weird Science; The Breakfast Club; Sixteen Candles; Planes, Trains and Automobiles; Some Kind of Wonderful; She's Having a Baby; Home Alone....
We've also posted a tribute in Movie News.
