Over on his blog, the Projectionist, New York’s David Edelstein remembers John Hughes: “I often found his films difficult to watch. I didn’t buy the relationships, and I couldn’t get past the self-pity and anger. But I did realize, more and more, how wrong I was in thinking Hughes — with his plundering of pop hits and self-conscious use of teen slang — pandered to the youth market. His vision was consistent, his movies of a piece. He was a very personal commercial director … Of all the big, commercially successful American auteurs, he has always seemed to me the most mysterious, the most conflicted, the most unfulfilled.†[The Projectionist]