Road House

It's easy to take the piss out of poor Patrick Swayze for the likes of DIRTY DANCING and GHOST but let's face the facts...the dude makes more money and got more damn sheet action than an entire football team and any guy who can rap on the guy for ROAD HOUSE is more than likely to be found at STARBUCKS drinking some frozen hyphinated concoction nowhere new a fuckin' cup of joe and reading the diaries of Sylvia Plath. I have nothing against Plath but these limp wristed so called film expect dick wads who can't sit back and just enjoy a film really piss me off. This story is so simple it could be a Western, and in fact it is only it concerns a bar called The Double Deuce. That Swayze saves the day is a given. So is having Playmates Kym Malin and Kymberly Herrin running around for no reason other than to be naked! Don't make that mistake with Julie Michaels however! She may have one smokin' hot bod here but she may in fact be the most dangerous person in the film and is still regarded as one of the best female stunt workers in the business. Sam Elliott has some excellent moments here and we have some cool bit work from John Doe and the great Terry Funk! Then of course there is the late Jeff Healey. I'm sad to have seen him go but it's great to watch him here as you can tell he's having a blast. Good solid nonsense fun with some spiffy violence and some wicked cursing and one-liners make ROAD HOUSE a place well worth visiting and while your at it, say a little prayer for Swayze who is fighting pancreatic cancer....if he scraps like he does in this film the cancer doesn't stand a chance!