John Hughes is a funny case. He apparently hated (or at least resented) Hollywood, but Hollywood loved him. Worth mentioning though is that, in producing Home Alone, he came up with the best grossing comedy ever to that date and, in doing so, struck a vein of box office gold, the reasonalbe-budget family-oriented slapstick/cartoony/pratfall vilolence comedy, that became tired pretty fast, but made a lot of bigwigs very rich men. Silence of the Lambs wasn't a winner. It was a sweeper, taking Best Picture, Best Actress, Best Actor, Best Director, and Best Screenplay.