Review of Road House (1989) by David G — 06 Mar 2009
Awesome for all the reasons you're expecting it to be. Three words: Pure Eighties Cheese! Why does there exist an elite club of celebrity bouncers you might ask? Well, who the hell cares when you have zen master Patrick Swayze performing semi-naked tai chi, semi-naked work outs, fully naked sexing and fully clothed (mostly) - but naked in his mind no doubt - ass-whuppings.
Oh and he doesn't even flinch when taking nasty knife wounds to the flesh, nor when he's stitching himself up in the bathroom afterwards, without a local anaesthetic of course (after all, "pain don't hurt").
Nothing makes sense (do the police seriously never get involved no matter what?!), the nudity is completely gratuitous and there's more glorious 80's excess than you can shake a monster truck at.
Sit back, relax, break a bottle over someones head and enjoy. Oh and if you can explain how saying "I used to fuck guys like you in prison" is an intimidating thing to say in a life or death fist fight then please, by all means let me know.
This review of Road House (1989) was written by David G on 06 Mar 2009.
Road House has generally received positive reviews.
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