Pink bridesmaid's dress. Hot Guy With the Cool Car. Birthday cake. And a kiss that froze frame and started the credits to Sixteen Candles. I played and rewound that part on the VHS over and over, imagining a day when I could drive, be sixteen, and (impossibly) get the Hot Guy With the Cool Car.
Or how about The Breakfast Club and the bad-boy Bender in the broom closet with Claire ("That's a fat girl name") cocking his head and letting his long rebel-hair angle across one eye, telling her he would be "outstanding in that capacity" as a tool to get back at her parents? Okay, I may have had a secret crush on Judd Nelson (before he plumped out in his comeback role of Suddenly Susan)
How many of you rooted for Ducky and were secretly in love with the angst-ridden Andrew McCarthy as Blane McDonnagh? (again, before he descended into the cinematic hell of Weekend at Bernie's)
How many of your guy friends harboured lusty thoughts for Lisa in Wierd Science, and thought Ferris Bueller was the coolest teenager ever?
Hughes' filmography embodied and embraced everyone under 21. You could relate to the characters, and empathize with their particular hell that was high school.
One of my faves:
Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...and an athlete...and a basket case...a princess...and a criminal...
Does that answer your question?... Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.
Thank you for defining a generation.
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