Sunday Afternoon Hangover Cinema: Road House
January 19, 2009 in Sunday Afternoon Hangover Cinema
Hello everyone! Welcome to another installment of the wildly popular Sunday Afternoon Hangover Cinema, where we admit our darkest movie secrets, and review them together, as part of the healing process. I had thought long and hard about which movie was up next for exposure and ridicule. I actually have a list. But lo, from the depths of bad moviedom, it called to me, like the Sirens from Homer’s Odyssey. And luckily it was on AMC last night.
Ladies and gentlemen: I submit for your guilty pleasure, the 1989 Patrick Swayze classic Road House.
Road House is not for the faint of heart, nor for those who like their movies to make sense. It tells the tale of James Dalton (Swayze, in a performance ranging from bemused to bewildered to really fucking pissed off), a “cooler” from New York who is recruited by the owner of the Double Deuce, apparently located in Jasper, MO. The Double Deuce is a bar where the men are tough and the hair is big. Within five minutes of Dalton showing up, the place