Because the name John Hughes is oftentimes chased by the phrase "80s teen movie", too many film historians have never given him the respect he is due. It's my belief that when those wheels of critical reexamination come rolling back around, John Hughes will finally get his honors.
I could write all night about the films of Hughes - especially the period of 1984-1987 - and how much they meant to me while I suffered acne and a crush on an unattainable cheerleader at the same time, but I'd rather just play a clip from Some Kind of Wonderful that showcases one of my all-time favorite characters of his: Watts.
I probably saw this scene for the first time when I was around 12, and I kept relating to it until I was about 21. John Hughes understood the feeling of being lovesick and young better than anyone else. This still feels special to me: