A big part of the charm of Rowdy Harrington’s 1980 cult classic Road House is, aside from Patrick Swayze kicking all the ass and being cool as hell while doing it, how straight-faced it plays everything. From lines like, “Pain don’t hurt,” to a monster truck pancaking a small Missouri town, to a world where bar bouncers are world-renowned celebrities, it’s all presented as very serious business.
After watching American Made, I’m
convinced Tom Cruise needs to work with Doug Liman way more often. Which isn’t
much of a reach, as the actor/director combo has the sci-fi adventure
Luna Park on the slate in the near future. But between this
and Edge of Tomorrow, or whatever title you prefer, Cruise—who
I maintain is the last great traditional movie star we have left—hasn’t been this
good in years.