John Hughes, one of my favorite, most beloved screenwriters and filmmakers, passed away three years ago, on August 6, 2009 다운로드.
That his work has managed to stand the test of time, a feat so many writers fail to achieve, is a remarkable phenomenon in itself.
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off is now over twenty-five years old 다운로드. But the line, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it,” is as relevant today, if not more so, as it was in the 80s 다운로드.
Even more impressive than his writing, however, is how Hughes did it. Constantly. Fervently. With passion and vigor. He was never without his moleskin (of which he left behind over 300) and he never ceased to observe, edit, and synthesize everything around him 다운로드. For him, writing was not so much a profession as a condition of life. It was his ethos.
On the day of his death:
[His wife], Nancy awoke in her Manhattan hotel room to find her husband’s side of the bed empty, which was not unusual Twrp download. It was Hughes’s custom to get up early and enjoy a morning constitutional when staying in New York. The routine provided him with an opportunity to get a head start on his relentless observing, sketching, and note-taking 다운로드.
What’s truly inspiring is that when Hughes passed away, “…he was doing something he loved 죽어도 좋아 다운로드. He was out note-taking and observing.” This, I believe, was the key to his talent and his genius. He wrote, and wrote, every day, until his heart stopped beating 다운로드.
I can’t imagine Hughes penning a more fitting ending to the story that was his life.
And so, to appreciate his death is to celebrate his life 외장하드 다운로드. Thanks for the movie memories, John.