John Hughes, the movie guy, passed away this month. I was doing some reading on him and came up with a few points that I felt worth saving as I think he’s probably going to be responsible for more mid-life crises than Harley Davidson can possibly recitify.

Hughes was an exceptional director. Surprisingly, though, he directed all his films in a seven year window from 1984 to 1991. In those seven years, he was ultimately responsible for such seminal movies as Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, Weird Science, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Planes, Trains & Automobiles and Uncle Buck. Six great movies. In sevcn years. Plus a couple of duffers we won’t mention. Plus he wrote all those. Over and above that, he had a hand in Pretty In Pink, National Lampoon’s Vacation and Class Reunion. The guy was an absolute genius and if he doesn’t pick up some posthemous awards at next year’s Oscars, I’ll be hugely disappointed.

But I’m kinda disappointed anyway. Because I grew up with the characters in The Breakfast Club. It’s one of my favourite movies of all time and I know the script inside out. I was those kids (which, believe it or not, is grammatically correct) and being born in ’73, it’s my era. I was 12 when I thought I was watching 16 year olds.

So imagine my surprise when I discovered the ages of those who starred in this defining movie:

Molly Ringwald — she’s 41 now. I can just about live with that.

Anthony Michael Hall — he’s also 41. He always seemed the youngest of the group, which I guess he was, but even so. 5 year start on me. Not so bad, consider I was 12 when he was supposed to be 16 or 17.

Emilio Estevez — he’s 47. 47.

Ally Sheedy — she was my favourite. She’s 47, too. My God. Suddenly feel much older.

but get this:

Judd Nelson — the bad boy in the bunch. Judd Nelson, aka John Bender, will be fifty this November. I feel kinda sick. Fuck knows how he feels about it.

Urgh. Thanks John Hughes. The one thing missing from my day was appreciation of my own mortality. Nice one.