So. We'll -- and this is not the regal "we," but rather the "we" that denotes "Klimek and those among his confederates who be not wussy bitches" -- all be out the night of Tuesday, July 3 to see those cars who are also robots. But meanwhile, there's another, less hirsute, even more powerful echo of my childhood rippling through the public consciousness this week, thanks mostly due to a ubiquitous ad campaign for which Rupert Murdoch has paid a dear price. We're 19 years and three films on from John McTiernan's uber-tense, class-conscious, sharply edited original -- the film that no less an authority than Entertainment Weekly recently named as the Greatest Action Film of All Time, and certainly it's in the top five -- but it's link to the imagination that thrived inside my chubby, awkward 12-year-old body in 1988 remains intact. Then as now, that imagination yearned to kill slumming members of the Royal Shakespeare Company while eulogizing them thusly: "Yippe Kay Yay, Motherfuckers!"
Bruce puts on manly readiness for Die Hard, Part the Fourth. The PG-13 rating gives me pause. The phrase "directed by Len Wiseman" gives me pause. The presence of Justin "I'm a Mac" Long . . . well, I sort of like him, actually. His performance as Queerbait in Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story showed him to be a mature, insightful actor of surprising nuance, who could also catch a crescent wrench to the nutsack and take it like a man. And so, my fellow Americans, we are faced with a sober choice: Live Free? Or Die Hard?
Or, uh, Live Free or Die Hard? (It's the summer movie wherein a car fights a helicopter and a jet fights a truck -- but they don't turn into robots!)
The midnight sneaks are actually tonight. But if we go to see that free screening of Barbarella at the Hirshorn Thursday night at eight, a 10:30 show at Gallery Place of this tone poem to revolution, male pattern baldness, and airborne vehicular manslaughter would be just about perfect. Come on, Guys! Hanoi Jane meets John McClane! As a watershed cultural event, it will be second only to this:
What say ye, Friends? Can I get a witness?