C'mon, people, this isn't very complicated. John Hughes is dead. It's Friday night. Friday night belonged to John Hughes. So here's where the cinematic rubber hits the Blu-Ray road, so to speak.
No discussion. Just adulation. Post a picture. Quote dialog.
What the fuck do you think Kevin Smith is doing tonight?
Three guesses: (1) trying to sober up Mewes; (2) making fun of Ben Affleck; or (3) staying up all fucking night to watch every single John Hughes movie.
Some of them sucked. No denying it. Not even Kevin Smith would try to deny it.
So lemme get you started. Here are some screen-shots, and maybe a quote or two. You supply the rest.
Do you have to say anything? Nope. Res ipsa loquitor.
How about this one? Did I stutter?
Giving your panties to a geek?
Resurrecting the career of the Mighty Wez?
And what about the homage?
More homage?
Meta homage?
Critical homage?
Pause because Cameron's house is like a museum -- it's very cold, everything is very beautiful, and you can't touch anything.
Pause to ask whether those are real diamonds.
And mostly, pause because black and white would, you know, just capture the moment.