So over the holiday weekend, we went to the family condo up in the mountains for a little downtime. While zoning out in front of the TV, I happen to stumble upon the Patrick Swayze Marathon and one of the greatest awful movies of all time – Roadhouse. This movie is horribly bad, but totally awesome at the same time. Like a lawless western with sweaty bad mullets and /kung fu dance moves while wearing Chuck Norris Action Jeans. Plus the awkward romance between the singularly-named Dalton (Swayze) and Sam Elliot. At least I thought it was romance. Anyway, I just couldn’t turn the channel. I had to watch like 30 minutes before I could finally muster the strength to press the remote. Crazy. And horrible. And cool.
Patrick Swayze Fever – catch it!