HOLLYWOOD - - Filmmaker John Hughes burned brightest in the 1980s, when he defined teen angst in terms of the caste system of the suburban high school experience, a thread that others would pick up again and again.
His films were talky, in a good way. Like the kids whose stories he was telling, he let them ramble. Teen self-absorption was treated with reverence, not ridicule. The world might make fun of them, their classmates, their bothers and sisters too, but never John Hughes.
Mr. Hughes, who died Thursday at age 59, was fascinated with the human as outsider. Outsiders like "Pretty in Pink's" Molly Ringwald who just wanted to fit in. And outsiders who couldn't care less: Matthew Broderick as Ferris Bueller on his legendary day off; Judd Nelson's not-quite-broken Bender in "The Breakfast Club;" Anthony Michael Hall's martini-mixing geek in "Sixteen Candles" - all members of the players club before they were 17.
But Mr. Hughes' outsiders lived in a different part of town than, say, Francis Ford Coppola's gritty, wrong side of the tracks "The Outsiders." Mr. Hughes' outsiders were white, comfortably middle-class and probably from one of Chicago's affluent suburbs, where he grew up and returned in the 1990s when he'd had his fill of Hollywood. Things were only slightly sad or bad in his films, there were no serious train wrecks - only feelings got hurt, and the endings were usually happy ones.
Apatow told the Los Angeles Times in 2008: "John Hughes wrote some of the great outsider characters of all time. 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' films."
Apatow said in a statement Thursday that he felt "like a part of my childhood has died. Nobody made me laugh harder or more often than John Hughes."
Mr. Hughes reflected a very specific slice of Americana that, like many, I understood.
A pop culture filmmaker adored in the heartland, he knew how to hit all the light notes - an easy sentimentality, a measured angst, an outrageous sense of fun. His was a spoonful-of-sugar kind of filmmaking that was often exactly what I wanted, if not what I needed.
The slights that life hands us was one of his favorite playgrounds.
Forgotten birthdays, forgotten kids, forgotten families - "Sixteen Candles," "Home Alone," "Planes, Trains & Automobiles" - someone was forever being overlooked.
When you're Ringwald, and a soft, pouty, still awkward 16, it hurts; when you're an 8-year-old screaming terror embodied by Macaulay Culkin, it's the best Christmas gift ever; and when you're John Candy's middle-age lonely traveling salesman in a life where nothing, including the suit fits, it's tragic.
For a period of time, Mr. Hughes was so dominant - certainly in the U.S. where he always played best - that it's hard to believe that he directed only eight films. He wrote 30 others - the "Home Alones," most notably - that were produced, 16 of them in the 1980s, 13 in the 1990s, and contributed characters or ideas to a handful of others.
Of all of his films, there are two that will forever be quintessentially Hughes for me.
"Ferris Bueller's Day Off," absolutely swimming in attitude, captured brilliantly and irritatingly the kind of cockiness that you envy as a teen, hate as an adult, recognize no matter what age you are. And "The Breakfast Club" was life deconstructed in high school detention, the archetypes and the anxiety playing out in real time.
By "Curly Sue" in 1991, Mr. Hughes had apparently tired of fighting battles with studio executives who second-guessed him.
He left Hollywood behind and headed back to the Chicago area, where he would still dabble in the business from a distance.
But really, Mr. Hughes was a creature of the 1980s, and if he hadn't left Hollywood, it was on its way to leaving him.
Comedy took on more of an edge, went raunchier, darker, meaner than Mr. Hughes ever could.
In the end, like so many of the characters he created, Mr. Hughes had become a cinematic memory stream of another time when things didn't seem so bad.
I will light 16 candles and remember.