Review of Road House (1989) by Samuel M — 08 Feb 2012
The night Patrick Swayze died the movie I had to watch was Road House. And now Ben Gazzara has passed and instead of watching Capone or Saint Jack, I had to watch Road House...and force Matt to watch it with me.
It's pure 80s gold. And I love this film unabashedly and not at all in an ironic way. Swayze's Dalton (a zen bruiser who holds an NYU Doctorate in Philosophy as well as in Barroom Butt Kickery) is goofy but Goofy COol.
The film bleeds with the insanity of producer Joel Silver's id, ego, and SUPER EGO. Lots of Boobs (both men & women). Lots of Blood. Lots of Neon. And I love the Western plot of a man coming to town to clean out the trash and eventually unite the town with blood fueled shotgunning.
And let's not forget the Iconic Cool of Sam Elliot as Dalton's bouncer mentor. Or the crazed beast of Ben Gazzara. Remember, Dalton can win a game of Connect Four in only three moves. VF.
This review of Road House (1989) was written by Samuel M on 08 Feb 2012.
Road House has generally received positive reviews.
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