Remember the character Milton from the movie "Office Space?" Every real office has him. He's that one guy who's just a little off, you know? The one who, wherever you see him — at meetings, at 5:01s, standing uncomfortably close to you at the urinal —you can't help but feel sorry for, yet can't help laughing at him. Just a little. Daytime TV is that guy; awkward to watch, sad in a pathetic sort of way, yet you can't help but take a look at it every once in a while and just chuckle.
And that's where I found myself last week—folding socks (yes, I now fold socks, no I do not enjoy it, thank you) while flipping through 265 channels in search of my Milton. And then I found him on Channel 152: "Point Break," starring Keanu Reeves as FBI Agent Jonny Utah (nice name) and Patrick Swayze as surfer/guru/bankrobber Bodhi No-Last-Name-Required-When-You've-Got-A-Rockin'-First-Name-Like-Bodhi.
Now, to fully understand my fascination with the movie "Point Break," you have to be either a licensed Psychotherapist or a Meth-head. See, even I can't begin to analyze my obsession with one of the worst movies ever made. I know it's bad for me, yet wave it in front of my face and I just gotta take a hit. I will literally watch this movie every single time I stumble across it whether it's just starting or there's only 15 minutes left. Every line, every scene, every stupid Keanu moment, I know it, I'll watch it, I'll cringe at it and, yes, laugh at it. And then Patrick Swayze died.
Came across it exactly one minute after it was posted on CNN.com. Dead? Bodhi? Johnny Castle? Shirtless guy getting freaky with Demi Moore at the clay wheel in the movie "Ghost?" How did this happen? Did you know he was in over 35 movies? Did you know that when I tried, I could only come up with five? No, he was never going to make us forget about Laurence Olivier yet, of those five forgettable movies that I could actually name, two fall into my "I-Need-To-Stop-Whatever-I'm-Doing-Right-Now-Even-If-It's-CPR-To-Watch-This-Movie" category: "Point Break" and "Roadhouse" (another fabulously Milton-esque production. I highly recommend it).
Now, at age 57, he's gone, and though I'll still suffer through "Point Break" each and every time it's on, I'll do it with a little less joy and a little more sadness.
As Bodhi once said, life sure has a sick sense of humor, doesn't it?
And that's where I found myself last week—folding socks (yes, I now fold socks, no I do not enjoy it, thank you) while flipping through 265 channels in search of my Milton. And then I found him on Channel 152: "Point Break," starring Keanu Reeves as FBI Agent Jonny Utah (nice name) and Patrick Swayze as surfer/guru/bankrobber Bodhi No-Last-Name-Required-When-You've-Got-A-Rockin'-First-Name-Like-Bodhi.
Now, to fully understand my fascination with the movie "Point Break," you have to be either a licensed Psychotherapist or a Meth-head. See, even I can't begin to analyze my obsession with one of the worst movies ever made. I know it's bad for me, yet wave it in front of my face and I just gotta take a hit. I will literally watch this movie every single time I stumble across it whether it's just starting or there's only 15 minutes left. Every line, every scene, every stupid Keanu moment, I know it, I'll watch it, I'll cringe at it and, yes, laugh at it. And then Patrick Swayze died.
Came across it exactly one minute after it was posted on CNN.com. Dead? Bodhi? Johnny Castle? Shirtless guy getting freaky with Demi Moore at the clay wheel in the movie "Ghost?" How did this happen? Did you know he was in over 35 movies? Did you know that when I tried, I could only come up with five? No, he was never going to make us forget about Laurence Olivier yet, of those five forgettable movies that I could actually name, two fall into my "I-Need-To-Stop-Whatever-I'm-Doing-Right-Now-Even-If-It's-CPR-To-Watch-This-Movie" category: "Point Break" and "Roadhouse" (another fabulously Milton-esque production. I highly recommend it).
Now, at age 57, he's gone, and though I'll still suffer through "Point Break" each and every time it's on, I'll do it with a little less joy and a little more sadness.
As Bodhi once said, life sure has a sick sense of humor, doesn't it?
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