Happy Birthday America!
How appropriate--since last night was classic Americana for me. There was a rare theatrical doubleheader on AMC. I speak not of Olivier or Brando. Nope I'm talking Patrick Swayze. First up was Road House and that was followed by Black Dog. Wow, does it get any better than that? OK disregard that question.
I wasn't looking for but accidentally stumbled upon Road House. Mrs. Medlock said she had never seen the flick so I left it on the channel and soon found myself looking up from my serious reading to see monster trucks (and breasts), mullets, barroom brawls, guns and knives, bodies glistening with sweat and hilarious dialogue delivered with straight faces ("pain doesn't hurt"). At one point I noticed Mrs. Medlock had a slight grin on her face. Even she was enjoying it. Granted one has to suspend belief to be able to enjoy it but what the hay. It's the truest cinematic definition of being so bad that it's good. Alas, I couldn't make it through even ten minutes of Black Dog.
Sometime last night I realized that I hadn't watched the movie completely from start to finish until then. That even added to the fun. But now I have this desire to tie on an ascot, kick some redneck ass with mixed martial arts and drive a convertible from side-to-side on the highway while singing "sh-boom, sh-boom". Unfortunately Mrs. Medlock absolutely refuses to go blond with big hair. Another fantasy down the drain.
Have a great holiday, sports fans! Sh-boom, sh-boom.
July 3, 2008 in
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