In honor of tomorrow’s post, that I have been trying to write for two years, I present this oldie for the new generation of Most Beloveds (and when I use the term “new generation” – look at the old comments on this post, hardly any of those folks are around any longer : (((((((((((( ) :
It’s mostly horror out here – in fact 98%, but every now and then we’ll dip our toes into something other – a comedy, maybe, a couple of Westerns, a handful of Sci-Fis – anything that fits my mood or my memories. Well – life hasn’t always been easy for me – I’ve made mistakes and fucked shit up, times have been hard and life was tough – and this came out during a very depressed time for me. Life was issuing out a bunch of Hard Times in 1996, and I watched this a LOT. Not that this is uplifting or anything, I just thought it was a good, solid movie that kept me entertained over and over and it kept me from being constantly depressed. Plus, let’s get the elephant out of the room: Teri Hatcher’s boobs.
Speaking of Teri Hatcher’s boobs, have I ever told you that my uncle in Southern California runs a HVAC business? Well he does and he’s had several “celebrity” run ins (I’ve had a couple too – if you felt the burning desire to read about them, I tried to chronicle them HERE). Anyway, last year, my relatives were in town for Thanksgiving and we all went out to eat at this Mexican Food joint and my uncle got a call on his cell. It was Jeff Probst – who is known for being the host of the U.S. version of the TV show Survivor. What does that have to do with anything, you ask. Well – after that call I was all “how funny” and my uncle was all “he doesn’t know how to work his thermostat” and I was all “what a drip!!” and he was all “did I tell you I installed an A/C unit in Teri Hatcher’s house??” and I was all “wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut SHUT YO MOUTH!!!” and he was all “yup” and I was all “did you get a look at her boobs” and he was all “no” but my aunt was there so I don’t know if that was the truth or not.
Anyways, so a good looking Alec Baldwin plays ex-drunken, ex-detective Dave Robicheaux who is off the force, running a bait shop outside of New Orleans married to the comely, Kelly Lynch.
One day, a plane goes down in the water outside of where they live and he rescues a little Hispanic girl from the wreckage. Turns out that was a mob hit and soon enough the local toughs, up and including a corn rowed Eric Roberts, are after that girl trying to snuff out any survivors. Eventually, the mob puts a hit out on Robicheaux, but they kill his wife instead and things get dark and full of action from there.
That’s Mary Stuart Masterson there – she’s the local stripper with the big heart. I’ve always liked Baldwin (and Teri Hatcher’s boobs) and I thought this was a well done action-drama. I’ve probably seen this 100 times and it’s never let me down, even when I watched it the other day for the 101st sitting. And – as a plus – look how happy Baldwin was when this psychic told him I would be writing about his movie 17 years in the future!
Lastly – I want to state that I have always been AMAZED that people read my shit – I THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!! I say that because I want The Good and Most Beloved Reader to know that the next thing is not a plug for some company that’s paying me .03 cents for every unique hit I bring them – I would always rather my site be nice and cozy and friendly and warm – you know, like a Jack’s Bistro and not a Starbucks. So anyway, I found this the other month and then forgot about it until this last weekend and I thought I would share with other like minded Star Trek fans – check out these WICKED ASS Trek TOS shirts (The Avengers stuff is pretty cool too):