John Hughes, in just a few short films, shaped our soundtracks, our senses of humor, and launched a level of post-modern self consciousness that has its fingers in almost every aspect of pop culture. He is a cornerstone of our shared childhood.
Love his films, hate his films? Indifferent? Doesn't matter. Sort of like the God of Abraham, you can refute his existence, worship his legacy, or feign ignorance - but the entity still permeates our concept of what it means to be a teenager.
The God of our Adolescence has made his mark.
And of course, the original:
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The "Live at Aberdeen" version = teh magnificent.
Living, as I do, within sight of the "Save Ferris" tower (about 100 yards to the northeast) and the "Do you have a kiss for Daddy?" parking lot (about 100 yards to the south), I fully appreciate the permeate-tive-ness of the Dark God Hughes.
Then again, so did Jay and Silent Bob:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqYUVOHqTns
And if they'd only known that Northbrook was originally called "Shermer_ville_" . . . .
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you might miss it.
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