I remember going from “I totally get this guy” for the first half to “oh…crap, this guy is actually a nutcase shithead” by the end.
He was actually much more sane than multiple characters he met on his way.
That movies was so good. I was a teenager with testosterone levels pushing towards psychopathy. I thought he was the hero of the story even after it was over. My mom (I guess correctly) thought he was the bad guy.
My cousins and I still quote that movie a lot, though its even less PC now than it was back then. “Now THESE are Vietnam Jungle Boots! They’re great for…” Back in the day we would scream that shit at each other, now I’d cringe so hard I’d probably pull a stomach muscle.
I thought it was a shame they made the ending that way. The criticism against dishonesty and greed are spot on, even more so today.
This was a movie that I’d seen one day and promptly forgot the name of it. I tried in vain to find out years later. I asked my mom and she had no idea what I was talking about. I asked everyone and no one even knew. I was convinced it was a fever dream or something.
Until I heard Tech N9ne’s Everybody Move and he said “Falling Down like Michael Douglas” and it was a core memory unlocked and I finally got to watch it again.
It was every bit as good as I remember.
Just think of it as the middle movie of the strange trilogy that includes “London Bridge” and “My Fair Lady”.
I’m sorry sir, we stopped serving breakfast at 11 30
Holy fucking shit, is that a mothefucking Donald Trump reference???
Have you ever heard the expression “The customer is always right”?…Yeah, well, here I am, the customer.
