Howdy Y’all,
Now it may be something I’ve left untouched upon for the main part on this little site of mine, but the time has come for me to start delving into the kind of movie that I like best. That’s right its time for me to start telling you about the wonderful world of Man Movies. A world where testosterone has replaced physics and ripped abs function as this worlds pocket calculator. Where Austrians rule the mighty mountains of the north and worship their god king Arnold the Barbarian on his endless and desperate quest to reach the mythical Choppa. Where in the marshes of melting a ceaseless battle rages between Sylvester Stallone and Jean Claude Van Dam each trying to occupy the throne of the melted face left empty by the death of Gaddafi. Where the southern doom Fortress of Logic is protected by Michael Mann and Steven Soderbergh against the combined onslaughts of Michael Bay and Uwe Ball leading their pitiful computer generated armies. Joel Silver is King and Bruce Willis is Pope. Where the Coen Brothers are the prophets for the mighty trinity that is John Wayne, Humphrey Bogart and Clint Eastwood. The church smell of whiskey and the priest Nicholas Cage. Along the walls are seen the saints aligned: Quentin Tarantino, Robert Rodriguez, Christopher Nolan, the Scott Brothers, Joe Carnahan, John Carpenter and Sam Raimi. The boxing hall has a full crowd every night as Robert De Niro and Al Pacino duke it out. Joe Pesci is the judge and Martin Scorsese and Brian De Palma are the respective coaches. John Woo runs the University and in every bar the bartender is Christopher Walken. And there in the corner of that same bar seen only on rare evenings when the moon is bright, Peter Jackson and Steven Spielberg sipping bourbons and planning on how to give a Sean Connery a younger body so they can co-direct the next James Bond.
This is my world folks, and hopefully I’ll find some titles to explain why I love it so pretty soon.
Manly words written in masculine reds.
