"Bueller? Bueller? Bueller...? I remember when my dad sat me down years ago to watch his favorite movie of all time. I was sort of still young at the time, so it was a big deal for me to see anything rated over PG. The rest of my family was gone for some reason or other, so it was just him, me, and the comedy, FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF. He popped in the VHS with a huge smile; looking back, it might have been because he knew he might catch a little hell from my mom for letting me see the movie at such a young age. The moment the film began, I knew my eyes were beholding something special, something sacred, and I was sharing it with my dad.

What can you say about such a classic comedic film? It is filled with so many layers of beauty, heartbreak, and laughter. Beauty in the brilliance of content (got to love the dancing in the streets!). Heartbreak in the moment the convertible plummets to its death. Sacredness in the themes of Cameron learning to stand up to "the old man" and Ferris coming to grips with the looming future.

I cannot count the amount of times my friends and I mocked Ben Stein's before-mentioned line, driving our parents insane. I remember dreaming of my dream girl who, suspiciously, often took the form of Ferris' love interest, Sloane. This movie enriched my life. It gave me pointers on how to skip out of the humdrums of life. It gave me pointers on how to come to grips with aging. It brought me closer to my dad, who I have always admired more than any other man.

John Hughes was a great man. He lived his life doing what he loved. His films have brought happiness to more people than anyone could ever know. His films will continue to impact generations to come. My life is better because of the brilliant John Hughes, and I cannot wait to sit on the couch some day, my son by my side, and Ben Stein's voice echoing throughout the living room, "Bueller. Bueller. Bueller...?"