Exploitive Shallow Trite
So a bunch of kids who watched John Hughes movies and liked them, not even when they were first run, so really, not even the generation of kids who John Hughes was actually making the movies for, take it upon themselves that they're going to be the ones to track him down and talk to him? Poor show.
You think a man becomes a recluse because he wants to hang out with a bunch of shallow, spoiled teenagers who have decided that this particular pop culture eccentricity is going to be their big ticket to Spurlock like fame? Please.
This is the worst kind of vain, self absorbed film making. Like the other documentary that's going around right now about trying to reunite The Kinks.
HEY. IT'S NOT YOUR CALL RANDOM GUY.
All these people who want to throw their hat in the ring, ride on the coat tails of others, be the ones who break the story.
They're not members of his family or his friends. They're just opportunists. Who gives a damn about their crummy, phony documentary.