"Remember, Sully, when I promised to kill you last? I lied.""You're a disease. And I'm the cure."
"HO HO HO NOW I HAVE A MACHINE GUN"
"I ain't got time to bleed."
"Murdock. I'm comin' to get you."
"I'll be back."
Ah, the '80s action movie. Simple formula: one lone current or former cop/CIA agent/Special Forces soldier with an attitude and a shitload of guns that never seem to need reloading versus an army of criminals/terrorists/mobsters/alien hunters/Communists. Any guy who grew up in the '80s will tell you that movies like Commando, First Blood, Rambo: First Blood Part II, Die Hard, and Predator were our Chick Flicks. We'd watch John Rambo's stirring last speech - "I WANT... what they WANT... for our country to love US... as much as WE... love IT... THAT'S what I WANT!" - and weep the tears of a PMSing housewife watching Beaches.
And now, man-children of the '80s, at last we have our Steel Magnolias.
