Molly Ringwald pens a remembrance of John Hughes in today's Times. I was unaware of his relationship to Hollywood and the arc of his career. On the other hand, I am still aware of how much his films meant to me during the time I was living in Boston. I clung to his films (and, perhaps, a stage of my youth) like security blankets. Ringwald's words bring another level of intimacy to the work and to the man. John Hughes, RIP.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Peter Pan, in pink
Molly Ringwald pens a remembrance of John Hughes in today's Times. I was unaware of his relationship to Hollywood and the arc of his career. On the other hand, I am still aware of how much his films meant to me during the time I was living in Boston. I clung to his films (and, perhaps, a stage of my youth) like security blankets. Ringwald's words bring another level of intimacy to the work and to the man. John Hughes, RIP.
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