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In a March 24 LA Times article (linked through GreenCine Daily), Patrick Goldstein speculates on one of the great questions of our time: What ever happened to John Hughes?

"Hollywood is full of older masters who've been mentors to younger acolytes," Goldstein (over)generously concedes. "But Hughes, 58, is the only one who's disappeared without a trace; he quit directing in 1991, moved back to Chicago in 1995 and has basically stayed out of sight ever since."

Something I've wondered off and on about myself—assuming Hughes hasn't simply mutated into Judd Apatow Incorporated while none of us was looking. But Apatow himself apparently feels the loss, which presumably explains why he'd exhume an old Hughes story idea as plotline for Drillbit Taylor (starring Owen Wilson, pretty in pink as always), the Judd factory's current teen-market outing.

"John Hughes wrote some of the great outsider characters of all time," Apatow insists. "It's pretty ridiculous to hear people talk about the movies we've been doing, with outrageous humor and sweetness all combined, as if they were an original idea. I mean, it was all there first in John Hughes's films. Whether it's Freaks and Geeks or Superbad, the whole idea of having outsiders as the lead characters, that all started with Hughes."

Taking the notion another step toward absurdity, Dogma's Kevin Smith hyperbolically argues that Goldstein's hermit of the North Shore is actually "our generation's J.D. Salinger."

"He touched a generation and then the dude checked out," Smith mourns his departed hero. "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be doing what I do. Basically my stuff is just John Hughes films with four-letter words." 

Which is probably why Dogma schmoes Jay and Silent Bob considered a slackers' tour of Shermer, Illinois, mythical burb cum high school of Breakfast Club/Ferris Bueller fame—also, not coincidentally, pseudonym of choice for Hughes's hometown, Shermerville being what suburban Northbrook originally was called. It's rumored Hughes still hides out there—though maybe it's churlish of me to bring it up, since he's taken so many pains to cover his professional tracks. Better no mentors at all than this kind of Hollywood schmoozing and dealing—a realization too late, for Hughes anyway, if not for the aspiring auteurs in his commercial wake.

But at least we'll always have Planes, Trains & Automobiles—so what kind of wonderful is that?


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Donald
April 2nd - 5:06 p.m.
OK, so it's been over a week since the last blog about Funny Games, which just reiterated all the other annoying arguments for or, mostly, against that film.
And then, in a week during which Richard Widmark and Jules Dassin both die, we get a blog about John Hughes. Great...
SPLIT FIELD DIOPTER
April 2nd - 6:52 p.m.
I love John Hughes pictures. There's really no better thing to say about them.

You can dissect them all you want. Talk about them they way you would a Bresson film, or Ozu. But then you'd just be, well, an asshole, like those literature majors who make fun of Tom Clancy.

Of course they have a point, but it's Tom Clancy. Let the actioneers have their fun!

There's a place for Hugh's movies. Obviously a huge place, considering how much people adore them still.

And I for one want him back!

PRETTY IN PINK 2: THE RETURN OF DUCKY?

I think so....

RIP Dassin. The hole in my ass caused by BRUTE FORCE still hasn't healed. And I'm not complaining...




DigitalTramp
April 3rd - 9:28 a.m.
As a teenager, Hughes figured perfectly into my movie-going weekends. Hughes is cool, period. But he’s also second-rate. What does that mean? That means that in 2008 my roommate can’t let Uncle Buck go by on cable without – every time! – giving it at least 20 minutes.
Dale Wittig
April 3rd - 11:14 a.m.
I remember Barbara Kruger putting Sixteen Candles on her ten best list in Artforum alongside Tarkovsky's Stalker. A bit of a shock at the time. She preferred it to Stranger Than Paradise and Repo Man, films she felt were too concerned with the representation of "cool" and a celebration of the male prerogative. I liked Molly Ringwald just fine and the young man her character had the crush on, but it struck me, even then, as a very crude piece of film-making. The rest of Hughes' work was thankfully forgettable. Let him sleep.
pat g.
April 3rd - 2:14 p.m.
some counterfactual speculation: think PLANES, TRAINS & AUTOMOBILES as directed by jacques tati, all the transportational finesse, those elaborate mise-en-scene logistics ... except now title follows film rather than, as in hughes's case, film following title (or title + cast + mass-market advertising poster ... one of my favorites, incidentally) * ergo: a measure of the distance between putative "masterpiece" and object lesson in hollywood mentorship
Dale Wittig
April 3rd - 3:35 p.m.
I took a look at the poster for P,T,&A, and much prefer the posters for Trafic and Playtime. I assume you were saying that the poster was one of your favorites, not the film. For me Wes Anderson's work is more in the spirit of Tati and Tashlin than Hughes and his progeny, so I don't completely dispair in the devolution of screen comedy. Nothing I barely remember of Planes, Trains, and Automobiles strikes me as worth Steve Martin's considerable talent. Even if its better than the crap he's done lately, I'd say it was a bad move on his part. Let's say Tati had lived to be eighty, I still wouldn't have wanted to see him go out directing a formulaic buddy comedy written by Hughes, even one with an homo-erotic subtext. Maybe if all the dialogue had been eliminated it would have made a good film. Perhaps you should make that film.
pat g.
April 3rd - 5:46 p.m.
DALE--in hughes's hands, PT&A could've been great, hopeless dada (unfortunately it wasn't), something on the order of alex cox's STRAIGHT TO HELL; in tati's obviously it's something else entirely * also: not the aaarrrttt of the poster that gets me, cracks me up, etc, but the barrel-scraping, genial smaarrrmmm--like, "hey, we all know it's a crock!"
Dale
April 3rd - 6:01 p.m.
Please forgive "dispair", I clearly meant despair, but you are free to think of it as an unconscious neologism combining disparage with despair, or just a careless blunder. Thanks.
Dale Wittig
April 3rd - 7:25 p.m.
Pat,

The smarm, pure Candy, no doubt. Thanks for the clarification. The difference, for me, between Hughes and other comic film-makers who appear unsure of where to put the camera, say Mel Brooks or Elaine May, who like Hughes are primarily writers, is that they appear to at least recognize it as a problem and do their best to overcome their limitations. Plus, I believe they enjoy the chaos they create, an enjoyment I'm able to share with them. I've never gotten the sense that any such concerns could disrupt Hughes' conventional world-view and commercial film practices. Cox is another type of animal altogether, an anarchist, capable of working in a variety of styles, with a firm understanding of camera placement, who venerates Peckinpah and Ford, and he shows it even in his most laid-back efforts like Straight to Hell. I see Hughes as a manufacturer who made his money and got out. Of course the latest industrialist will claim him as inspiration. If there was something good in P,T,&A it never stood a chance of getting out.
todd
April 4th - 4:52 p.m.
To say there is no style in P,T & A you must be blind. The whole section in the car is hillarious and a slow burn build-up to a great climax and release.



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