…they make me aware of belonging to a generation that has yet to figure out adulthood, for whom life can feel like a long John Hughes movie. You know the one. That Spandau Ballet song is playing at the big dance. You remember the lyrics, even if it’s been years since you heard them last. This is the sound of my soul. I bought a ticket to the world, but now I’ve come back again. Why do I find it hard to write the next line?
An excerpt from The John Hughes Touch by A.O. Scott
“Breakfast Hawks” by Dave MacDowell
I thought this riff on Edward Hopper’s Nighthawk perfectly symbolizes universal teen angst while commemorating the recent death of 80′s auteur John Hughes.
