A director whose films (and their associated catch-phrases) shaped the psyche on a couple of generations, left this world yesterday.
The reminiscing about John Hughes’ body of work — Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Planes, Trains and Automobiles, Home Alone, etc., etc. — and its impact will go on for quite a while.
However, it is hard to imagine a better tribute to the man himself than this blog post detailing the long and unusual correspondence he had with one teenage fan:
