Wow. Considering how many of my neurons are devoted to remembering and reciting nearly every line from the rest of his movies--Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, Weird Science, National Lampoon Vacation, Uncle Buck, Home Alone 1-3, Beethoven 1-5, Maid in Manhattan, OK, maybe not those last nine--it seems slightly cruel to mention Mr. Mom on the day John Hughes died suddenly of a heart attack during a morning walk in Manhattan.
But fact is, the dude wrote freakin' Mister Mom, the 25-year-old Michael Keaton movie which has given a generation of good news producers bad ideas. And which they have to reference every freakin' time an involved dad crosses their path--or twice the week before Father's Day, whichever is fewer.
John Hughes, Director of 'The Breakfast Club' and 'Sixteen Candles,' Dies at 59 [nyt]
This one here go out to John Hughes. Pour out a little breastmilk! R.I.P.
Dude did you have to go there? Get over the "Mr. Mom" faux outrage. It's a good movie.
I always remembered the toxic poop scene from Mr. Mom with Michael Keaton in like a Hefty hazmat suit holding the diapers with tongs. I had never dealt with babies before my own and thought this was going to be how it was - real stinky and gross. But I never found that to be the case with my 2 kids. Sometimes is was a bit of a mess, but nowhere near intolerable. Although don't ask me to change any other child but my own!!! ;-)
John Hughes was great. The dad in Sixteen Candles was awesome and that is a great scene between him and Molly Ringwald on the couch when he come in to remember her birthday.