Oh yeah. I can foresee the death of whatever shred of coolness I had retained from my high school years right now.
If you had been following the Dandy’s blog since the very beginning of time itself, you would think that he is quite the spiritually savvy and emotionally inclined young man. But if you were to review his taste in movies, pop culture and media tropes in general, you’d probably think he is the typical macho moron who drinks more beer than water and preaches his Second Amendment religiously. Not that our country has anything Second Amendment and to be completely honest, I think it’s a whole lot freaking better that way.
If you were to ask Dandy what a few of his favourite movies were, he’d gladly rattle off the following before he had even given pause to think about any other: “Predator, The Terminator, BladeRunner and Rocky.” The last two have some serious heart, with the former of the two pretty much being the closest thing we’ll ever get to ‘Obnoxious Symbolism: The Movie’. But when the big muscly man on screen with an undeniably foreign accent starts screaming his lungs out while spraying bullets everywhere with a machine gun that would make the south of the United States population’s panties absolutely moist with desire, Dandy can’t help but nod his head and smile at how gloriously terrible the machismo and regular cheesiness really is. Throw in an array of 80s synthesiser music and the horribly punny one liner here and there and by Jove, you’ve pretty much won my heart over in one scene of a movie.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must ride away in my Lamborghini Countach to the nearest Burger King for a super sized Mountain Dew and a Whopper with everything.