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Don’t you forget about me

So I just found out today that John Hughes died yesterday of a heart attack, and I tip a glass with nostalgia and sadness for the passing of a filmmaker that knew the voice of my generation and could express it so well. I think all of us in the 35-42 year range looked to john hughes films as personal anthem, wishful dreaming and magical transcendence in a time that we were worried about the same issues that were being shown to us on the screen, in an authentic yet sometimes surreal way. While not quite as strange as the Cusak films, Hughes skirted the edge of reality yet showed us something real and true. Plus, the unforgettable soundtracks by Simple Minds, Psychedelic Furs, etc. still play on non-stop somewhere in the recesses of my subconscious. Even though his films are set in a particular time an place, there is also something timeless about them that I know even my own children will be able to appreciate when they reach the right place in their lives. Thanks, John, for a job well done, and no more yanky my wanky, the Donger need rest!

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