My god. John Hughes has died. Me and Herbach have been writing this Breakfast Club show, with Andrew W.K. playing the John Bender-style character (see pictures below. It wrote itself). I’ve watched the Breakfast Club six times in the last month. Me and Herbach have been talking almost nonstop about how the earnestness of his characters – the teenagers and their goofy problems and their youthful existential crises – didn’t really translate through the ’90’s (the irony and sarcasm!), but somehow it was all so much more authentic than the teenage characters of the ensuing decade, who were all given such smart things to say. The film teens of the ’90’s (and up to now, even) were synthetically precocious. The teenagers of Hughes’ films were just teenagers. Sometimes they said and did stupid things, and sometimes, almost by accident, they would speak some small truth or discover something about themselves that would surprise them and carry them into their college years. Even my precocious friends in high school were goofy sometimes.
Anyhoo. Saturday’s Radio Happy Hour is going to be a tribute. I’m going to drink like crazy and give everyone high fives. If you would like to take part, you can get tickets here.