365 Day Movie Challenge (2014) - #238: Road House (1989) - dir. Rowdy Herrington
This cult classic has plenty of fightin’, lovin’ and swearin’ (alleh meiles - “all the virtues,” as my grandmother would say in Yiddish). Or, as one tagline for the movie reads: “The Dancing Is Over. Now It Gets Dirty.” Patrick Swayze does plenty of sweet roundhouse kicks to dudes’ faces, Sam Elliott sports one of the greatest unruly manes of hair in film history and Ben Gazzara is one of the most over-the-top villains ever as the rich guy who rules the town. (And I do mean ever.) I love how he lives across the water from Swayze like some kind of late-80s Gatsby. Meanwhile, Kevin Tighe plays yet another unsettling character (one of many in his collection); he’s not a bad guy, but there’s still something distinctly creepy about him. (Good acting, I guess?) I don’t quite get the appeal of Kelly Lynch as the love interest - Kathleen Wilhoite is cuter and she proves herself to be a good singer in one scene - but it’s a movie where the guy has to get the girl no matter how little time they’ve known each other and no matter how little personality the script allows her. Speaking of the singing: the Jeff Healey Band plays throughout! Jeff Healey plays an actual character (“Cody”) and has lines of dialogue! That’s the best part of the whole movie. (Well, that and the bad guy who laughs absurdly maliciously after setting another character’s house on fire. I’m going to browse the whole Tumblr tag until I find that moment in a gif.) But seriously, watch Road House for Jeff Healey. He was so, so talented. It’s not that you shouldn’t watch the movie for all the fight choreography and nudity (oh, Mr. Swayze, you looked good), but honestly, the band members are the only guys who finish the picture with all their dignity intact.