Review of Road House (1989) by Anonymous User — 13 Oct 2009

"...the single finest American film" --Mike Nelson.

Well, I wouldn't go that far, but Road House is a stupidly fun time that out-roundhouses and transcends other movies of its ilk. It's last call....for action!

The key here is that the delusion never ends. The worst thing a movie can ever do to its viewer is make them lose interest, and unlike similar movies that have long, rough patches of nothing, Road House just keeps the gratuitous insanity coming from all directions. Explosions and monster trucks? Check. One of the most unintentionally hilarious screenplays ever writ? Check. Numerous bar fights with a seemingly unconcerned house band? Check. The absurdly tanned Kelly Lynch in the nude? Check. You can say all you want about Road House, except that it's not entertaining.

Oh, and Patrick Swayze. Patrick Fucking Swayze. He's terrific playing the role of the cooler/martial artist/NYU graduate Dalton. He plays the cool, tough guy role extremely well, charisma, confidence, and just a hint of sensitivity oozing out of his numerous puncture wounds. Manly movie deserves manly lead, and Swayze fits the bill.

So yeah, this movie rules. I haven't even mentioned the fact that greatest-wrestler-ever Terry Funk is in it, in addition to Sam Elliott's tremendous performance, and thank Christ I haven't started quoting the movie yet. Definitely see it.