Road House (1989) (part 2 of 15)

Late ’80s blues-rock plays behind the opening credits. Credits, which I should add, are bright pink. Thanks, movie. Way to bring the decade back to me, in brutal detail.

We learn it’s “A Silver Pictures Production” as the camera pans down a neon sign that shows the word “BANDSTAND” beside a piano keyboard. Yes, we’re at that famous club, the Bandstand. You’ve been there, right?

In the parking lot, a red Ferrari Testarossa pulls up, with its conspicuously retractable headlights. The driver’s door opens, and out steps a pair of black stilettos. Ferraris and stilettos: there’s no better way to set the mood for what we’re about to experience.

Never mind that the parking lot is strangely very damp, and never mind that there’s no possible way a woman could operate a motor vehicle with stilettos that thin. This is not the time or the place to wonder about such things. For the next 114 minutes, you are firmly strapped into Road House World. Keep your hands and arms inside of the ride at all times.

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Multi-Part Article: Road House (1989)

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