The New York Observer

For a certain generation, the films of John Hughes were a perfect pop-culture mirror of what it meant to be a teenager. Or at least they seemed like reflections. If your own high school wasn’t quite so easily divided into castes, if your town didn’t have a record store that stocked British imports, if your Read More

For a certain generation, the films of John Hughes were a perfect pop-culture mirror of what it meant to be a teenager. Or at least they seemed like reflections. If your own high school wasn’t quite so easily divided into castes, if your town didn’t have a record store that stocked British imports, if your Read More