Born in the 80s

As a kid of the 80s I had the honour of being brought up to some of the best films ever made. Films were a pretty major part of my childhood, in all honesty, I would watch my video tapes over and over until the betamax ate them. Birthdays involved a trip to the cinema (and there were always good films out at my birthday, all the Christmas releases), summer holidays were always punctuated with parental-stress-relieving cinema visits, and the Sunday family matinee on ITV was a weekend highlight.

There are films that really stick out in my memory, ones that I’ve gone on to buy on DVD in my 20s and that resonate my childhood like no others. The majority of these films, including Home Alone, Beethoven, Curly sue,  and Uncle Buck, were written by John Hughes. I missed the boat on Breakfast club and Sixteen candles by a few years, but saw them later on and still felt that childhood delight. John Hughes died yesterday from a heart attack, his films will always mean so much to me and they’re the films that I can watch over and over again without getting bored. I feel sorry for the kids of the 00s, they’ll never know how to fend off intruders with paint cans and old movies, be best friends with a giant, slobbery dog, or how to deal with teenage crushes and growing up.