Talk about making lemonade. A recent bout with kind-o-like-the-flu resulted in a completely unplanned Hank-festival of guilty pleasure movies. Here’s how it happened. At the same time the deadline gods had made me incapable of thinking (let alone getting any farther in my current ms.), they provided a steady cable TV stream of my film favorites. (Many of which somehow were showing on the Golf Channel, which, before the recent medical unpleasantness, I never heard of.)
But for three solid days there were the very movies I had been considering for my GP. (If we’re talking about my favorite “good” movies, “films,” the list would be very different, of course.)
Day one, oh my gosh, look what’s on. THREE DAYS OF THE CONDOR. How great a movie is that! “I’m not a field agent, I just read books.”” says Robert Redford.
You know this book and movie, right? Redford is a professorial-looking everyman type who works in a brownstone CIA office reading books to see if there are clues or ideas in fiction. I mean, I can’t get over what a great idea that is, and actually believe it exists. Great lines: Redford says, all serious and noir–“I don’t remember yesterday. Today it rained.” “You think not telling a lie is the same as telling the truth.”
Then trying to convince Faye he’s a good guy, he demands “Have I raped you?” Faye looks skeptical. “The night is young,” she growls.
Of course as a reporter, I love the ending. (Will they print the truth? Ah…depends on how deep the conspiracy goes, doesn’t it?)
And in the complete metaphor for books to movies, you’ve got to remember the book (one of my all time faves) was called SIX Days of the Condor.
But wait. ADVISE AND CONSENT. I was riveted through hours of talking talking talking and it was still relevant, and clever, and thought-provoking. And then! THE CANDIDATE. Redford again, totally UNlikeable, with that amazing ending—“What do we do now?”
But wait. I take my pills, and there’s THE TAKING OF PELHAM 1,2,3. The real one, with Walter Matthau and Robert Shaw. And remember, how there are absolutely no surprises, not one, every moment of that movie you know exactly what’s gonna happen, and it does, and it’s still great? (Geshundheit.)
YOU’VE GOT MAIL. In which Tom is SO adorable, and Meg is SO adorable, and it’s all so adorable, so funny, so cute, so clever, and I laughed out loud until the stupid sell-out ending. But, whatever.
Click. I’m not kidding—The BOSTON STRANGLER. Henry Fonda, Tony Curtis. And the guilty part of that is that I think I’d never actually seen it. It’s really fascinating, very dated, in such a cool way. (And today some guy knocked at our front door, alleging he was sent to change the water meter and would I let him in! Not a chance, buddy. He’s lucky I didn’t call 911.)
But gang, I clicked to the TV guide, and there it was. Starting now. The piece de guilty pleasure. Say it with me. POINT BREAK.
You know it, word for word, right? Ex-football hero Johnny Utah, played by Keanu Reaves, is an FBI guy who is sent by doofus but devoted agent Angelo Pappas (Gary Busey (!)) to infiltrate the surfing community where, they suspect, is the milieu of the gang of bank robbers called the Dead Presidents. (Irony, see? Plus they wear president’s masks. ) As a result, he meets the gorgeous, hot but hard-to-get Tyler (Lori Petty, whatever happened to her, the one person who isn’t given a ridiculous name) and the genius guru of the crowd, Bodhi, (“they call him Bodhisattva,” whispers an awestruck Tyler) and various ne’er do wells named things like Warchild. Oh, Bodhi is Patrick Swayze. I mean, I ask you.
It’s great. And the how-did-they-write-this stuff lines come non-stop.
Gary Busey: “How do you know?”
Johnny Utah: “I just have a feeling.”
Gary: “Last time you had a feeling, I had to kill a guy.”
Swayze: “This is not about us and the money; it’s about us against the system.”
Busey as Pappas, holding a gun on a surfer-suspect: “Speak into the microphone, squid brain.”
Johnny Utah (to angry SAC): “Caught my first tube this morning. Sir.” (Confession by Hank: I could not tell if this was supposed to be funny. I fear it wasn’t. Well, maybe it was.)
Two more things: Johnny Utah learns to surf brilliantly in about a day. I’m from Chicago, so I admit I have no idea. But you all? Can that possibly happen? And he parachutes out of a plane without learning how.
And the dénouement is SO impossible it just—I’m sorry, it’s just impossible. And after that happens, another impossible thing happens which the writers deal with by just ignoring it.
Oh, wait. After that, the big finish includes another impossible thing.
Still, gotta love it. I mean, how many times have YOU watched it?
Now I know if I just keep surfing, channels I mean, I’ll get to watch DAY OF THE JACKAL. Or BRING IT ON. SPEED. LEGALLY BLONDE. CLUELESS. WORKING GIRL. DESK SET. TIME BANDITS. Ah…my faves. Can I come back and visit again?
Hank Phillippi Ryan
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I'm howling with laughter. I don't always make people CRY, Mr. Editor Man. Sometimes they go to jail without crying.
My husband says Advise and Consent is NOT a guilty pleasure, because it's a great movie. Which it is. But I considered it a gp because I would watch it instead of doing something I SHOULD be doing. QED.
The Princess Bride! My favorite–I can watch it over and over again. Boondock Saints–another all time favorite, and really, totally the other side of the world.
Point Break is great. the best gay love story since Top Gun.
Hi, Hank! I guess my guilty pleasure movies are the ones that go BOOM! I also adore SPLAT, and I'm crazy for RATATATTAT. Most of those are American, but I love Chinese martial arts movies, too. I don't feel very guilty, though. 🙂
Been trying to comment..is it working? Or–is this a "no comment" kind of thing, Mr. Editor? As a reporter, grrrr. 🙂
Sorry Miz Hank, comments must be approved. Too much spam these days.
Oh, Heather, Princess Bride is so funny. "My name is Inigo Montoya, prepare to die." (What's your favorite, gang?)
When I read the hilarious book, I wondered–how could they possibly make a movie of this?
Nothing there to feel guilty about. Some of us watch Lifetime Christmas movies.
Paul! Top GUN! Yeah. Got to love it. (Boy, whatever happened to ..oh, gosh, what's her name? The teacher?)
Notice how our Nancy didn't give any specifics.
Mr. Editor, think we should use our techniques to get some titles out of her? (There's probably a movie called Splat.)
Indulging today in one: THE PROTECTORS, starring Robert Vaughn and Nyree Dawn porter from the 1970's. It's kind of impressive how much story can be told in 24 minutes!
William, remember when Nyree Dawn Porter was supposed to become a big star?
Is this where I'm supposed to confess to having watched Legally Blonde and The Parent Trap (w/Lindsey Lohan) at least six or seven times each? I love you, Hank, but no way am I giving anybody that much ammunition!
Margaret,
It is time to unburden your soul and confess your cinematic sins!
We have openings in late Jan/Early Feb. Contact me for a chance at absolution.
And I also enjoy The Parent Trap. Of course I feel really sad watching it today, knowing the human train wreck that Lohan has become.
You and I could go to the movies together!
"I love the smell of pencils in the fall"
Ruth, awww…ANY DAY! (I'm seeing the Crimespree Guilty Pleasures Film Festival.)
Have a contest for the poster and T-shirt design.
Give the Falcon to the winner.