Apr 25, 2019
Road House (1989) (part 8 of 15)
So, we’ve got Zen bouncers, tai chi, ass-kickings, and a hot lady doctor. You know, I’m trying to think of the one thing that could make this movie even better than it already is. Hmmm, what could it be?
Well, we soon find out. Over at Brad Wesley’s place, two vehicles pull up: an old Eagle sedan, and… a big monster truck. That’s it! That’s it, exactly. Oh man. You know a movie’s good when it features a big monster truck (in this case, a Bigfoot 4×4). Out of these vehicles step the same motley crew of goons that tried to get Pat the Skimming Bartender re-hired. They’re all looking bruised and battered from getting Dalton-ized over at the Double Deuce.
Brad Wesley meets them at the door, again backed up by his Denim Loving Goon. These two are kind of inseparable, aren’t they? I guess the implication is that Denim Lover is like Wesley’s personal attack dog. And I could make all kinds of innuendo about the true nature of their relationship, and believe me, I will.