Vintage Pulp | Nov 4 2021 |
Small town jealousy leads to big time problems in Lupino noir classic.
Duh DUH duh duh DUH. He has a degree is philosophy...
Duh DUH duh duh DUH. He's broken over thirty bones...
Wait—wrong movie. That's the 1989 Road House, Patrick Swayze's unimprovable existential pugilistic epic. The movie we mean to discuss is the 1948 Road House, which premiered today and starred Ida Lupino, Cornel Wilde, Celeste Holm, and Richard Widmark. Nobody destroys an automobile showroom by driving a monster truck through it. Instead Ida Lupino drives her monster truck through a couple of male egos and teaches them lessons about a woman's right to choose her own life—and her own man. This gimmick-free proto-feminist drama is an excellent example from the film noir genre, and it's exhibit A why Lupino is a legend. She's mighty good in this. Mighty mighty good.
Duh DUH duh duh DUH. She has a degree from the school of hard knocks...
Duh DUH duh duh DUH. She's broken over thirty hearts...
Hollywoodland | Sep 15 2009 |
It's my way or the highway.
Patrick Swayze (right) in a scene from 1989’s Roadhouse, one of the most uproariously entertaining bad movies ever released, a preposterously macho slugfest that imparted more wisdom than the Ten Commandments and Bhagavad Gita combined, and inadvertently gave us one of the best drinking games* ever invented.
*Many claim to have invented Road House drinking games. Ours is deceptively simple. Take a drink whenever one character imparts a piece of declarative wisdom to another. Examples include: "Pain don't hurt," "It'll get worse before it gets better," and of course, "It's my way or the highway." What's good about this game is the discussion over what, in fact, qualifies as declarative wisdom. Good luck.