RIP, Mr. Hughes.
Your movies defined my generation in a big, big way. Thanks for the memories and the laughs and for letting teenage Meg know that everyone was weird… not just me.
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August 6th, 2009 at 1:50 pm
Aww, The Breakfast Club. One of my all time favorites.
August 6th, 2009 at 2:41 pm
“…and for letting teenage Meg know that everyone was weird… not just me.”
Hear, hear.
August 6th, 2009 at 11:32 pm
Oh my god, how sad! He was so young! :(
August 7th, 2009 at 7:32 pm
I didn’t know that he had died. That is sad. I love his movies.