I just learned that writer | director | guru John Hughes has passed away. His work has had such an unbelievable influence on my life. His brilliant turn of phrase and ability to speak for my generation continues to inspire my own writing. I have constantly remarked (especially in the last few years) that we are in desperate need of more John Hughes films. They were fun, unexpected, entertaining, engaging, and layered with well-crafted characters. I think that nearly every phrase from his numerous brat pack films is not only burned into my head, but is peppered in my speech at least once a day. Of course, tomorrow I’ll be sporting my Jake Ryan t-shirt.
Married? Married.
Let's plooow.
You own a church?
He's a yappie.
Off like a dirty shirt.
Blane? His name is Blane? That's not a name, it's a major appliance!
Helen! We have an owl out here in the hall.
Jake. Jaaaaaaake!
What about prom, Blane? WHAT ABOUT PROM?
Things... life... whatnot.
You're just wishful makeupping.
How 'bout a greasy pork chop in served in a dirty ashtray?
That's hot. White hot.
And no, John… those aren’t pillows.
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