Goodbye, somewhat cruel youth
With the death of director John Hughes our protracted adolescence is officially over.
We were discussing the John Hughes oeuvre, particularly Sixteen Candles (Essay question: Whatever happened to Michael Schoeffling?), Some Kind Of Wonderful, The Breakfast Club, and Pretty In Pink. “Which character are you in Sixteen Candles?” I asked Ernie.
“I am always Molly Ringwald,” he declared. “The misfit.”
“Correction,” I said. “She was the popular girl in The Breakfast Club.”
“You’re right,” Ernie said. “In Breakfast Club, I am Ally Sheedy. Which one are you?”
“Either Ally Sheedy or Judd Nelson because he was the angry one. Did you ever have a crush on the Estevez brothers?”
“Both. Charlie Sheen and Emilio Estevez.” We agreed that neither compares to their father Martin Sheen in Badlands by Terence Malick.
“Who are you in (the Ringwald-less) Some Kind of Wonderful?” I went on.
“Obviously, Mary Stuart Masterson the tomboy,” he said.
“Naah, Lea Thompson. She turned out to be nice. I’m Mary Stuart Masterson.”
“No,” Ernie corrected me. “You’re Eric Stoltz.”
“Dammit, why am I always the guy character? Why can’t I be the girl?”
“Who are you in Pretty In Pink?” Ernie asked.
“James Spader. Contrabida.”
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August 10th, 2009 at 09:01
John told me about why he left Hollywood just a few years earlier. He was terrified of the impact it was having on his sons; he was scared it was going to cause them to lose perspective on what was important and what happiness meant. And he told me a sad story about how, a big reason behind his decision to give it all up was that “they” (Hollywood) had “killed” his friend, John Candy, by greedily working him too hard.
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