I am sure most of my readers, all 30 of you, are familiar with Nicolas Cage’s 2008 masterpiece of film making: Bangkok Dangerous. It received the illustrious 9% approval rating on rotten tomatoes.
Here is the trailer for you to behold:
By all accounts this is a terrible movie. For some reason I have really wanted to see it. Perhaps just to torture myself or prepare for a dystopian post apocalyptic future. In a few years from now when I am running and hiding from the mutant zombie weresquirrels I can think, well at least this isn’t as bad as that time I watched Bangkok dangerous.
So I put the movie on my netflix queue. Finally it arrived and I pulled out the pristine blue ray. It had not a scratch or speck of dust, as if inexplicably nobody had ever rented it before. I debated when would be the best time to watch. I considered the need for large amounts of alcohol but in the end I popped it in my ps3 stone cold sober. The previews started, btw previews all for really bad movies, and then the ps3 hung. I mean completely hung. I had to unplug it. So weird. I began again. It hung at a different place. I tried one last time. My desire for bad Nicholas Cage hair could not be stopped. I skipped past the previews… and it hung.
So I think my ps3 for taking the punishment so I didn’t have to.
Since I did one for Mothers day I really thought I should do a post for Fathers day. My Dad has always been a fairly private man so this post will be short on the details. The last few years have not been easy for my Dad healthwise. The last six months have involved hospitals and “assisted living facilities”. Luckily he is back home now. What has surprised me over the last couple years is the fight he has put up.
This shouldn’t have surprised me. He always had that strength, I just failed to notice. He fought in the Vietnam war. When he decided to quit smoking he just did. This strength of will showed whenever it involves his sons. He once drove through the middle of the night just get me a set of keys so I wouldn’t have my car towed. He didn’t get home until five in the morning.
Do today I honor my Father and his strength of will. I’m glad to have inherited some of that fighting spirit. Some might call it being stubborn, I prefer the more noble verbiage, strength of will.