If you’re between the ages of 35 and 45, chances are that John Hughes (who sadly passed away last week) played a major role in your growth as an adolescent. Films like Sixteen Candles, Pretty in Pink and The Breakfast Club addressed the attitudes and angst of a decade and, I daresay, no other film maker before or since has so empathically connected with his audience. Culturally and intellectually, these movies captured the 80s like snapshots in a yearbook; if you were in high school or college at the time, Hughes’ body of work is as much a part of your memories as was learning to drive or your first kiss. But the two hours that defined my existence was Ferris Bueller’s Day off…
