The Swayze Question
September 14th, 2009
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Patrick Swayze died on September 14 of pancreatic cancer. He was 57 years old and left behind a body of film work almost as impressive as it was confounding. Impressive because he starred in solid dramas like the Outsiders and Donnie Darko. He played bouncers and truckers and cross dressers and ghosts and in an industry famous for career flame-outs and come-backs, he never seemed to be out of work. Confounding because for every decent film there seemed to be ten low budget action movies with premises as thin and flouncy as Swayze’s trademark 80s mullet — stupid shoot-em-ups and tearjerkers and movies that would sound like jokes if we didn’t all know that they really happened: zen surfer bank robber thrillers, famous bouncer bare-knuckled dramas, high school anti-communist guerrilla flicks.
For the past five years, Barrelhouse has ended every interview with the same question: what is your favorite Patrick Swayze movie? We’ve asked The Swayze Question, quite literally, to anybody who would talk to us, everyone from Emmylou Harris to Ian MacKaye to Malcolm Gladwell to the Hold Steady.
Why The Swayze Question? Part of this whole Barrelhouse enterprise, as evidenced in our tagline, is the celebration of low culture along with more traditional “art.” And there are no movies that embody the greatest aspects of “low” culture better than Swayze movies. Road House and Point Break may be preposterous, but they are so unabashed and inventive in their preposterousness, so goddam comfortable in their own preening, goofy-ass, impossible skin, that some of us quite literally had no choice but to fall in love with them.
And alongside those ridiculous, accidentally hilarious movies, there was Dirty Dancing and Donnie Darko, Ghost and the Outsiders. People love these movies.
Confounding. Fascinating. Kind of awesome.
What’s your favorite Patrick Swayze movie? Is it a low-budget trucking action thriller? A big budget romantic escape with class warfare undertones? An indie drama about a disturbed kid who sees visions of a giant bunny rabbit? The one where he’s a doctor in India, who is kind of bathed in white light the entire time? The one where he’s a high school jock fighting the communists? See, that’s the thing about the Swayze Question: whatever your answer, it reveals a lot more about you than it does about Patrick Swayze.
Thanks, Patrick Swayze. Thanks for all the hungover Sundays with Road House and Point Break. Thanks for Red Dawn and Youngblood and for brilliantly sending up your macho straight arrow image in Donnie Darko. Thanks for that look you’d get all the time in the worst of your movies, where you’d kind of cock your head like a dog hearing a strange noise, and you’d stare up at the sky as if awaiting either instructions from God or a whispered line from an assistant producer. What were you looking at up there, Patrick Swazyze? Could you see something we couldn’t? Now we’ll never know. You passed before Barrelhouse had a chance to ask about your own favorite Patrick Swayze movie.
So we’ll say goodbye in the only way we can – we’ll let other people who are smarter and funnier and hold stronger opinions than us do all the talking. We are, after all, editors, right? So here goes: below are all the collected answers to The Swayze Question. This includes the results of Barrelhouse interviews with honest to goodness celebrities, and responses from some of our favorite contributors and literary buddies. We hope you’ll celebrate the brilliant and bizarre career of Patrick Swayze by posting your own thoughts in the comments section.
Rest in peace, Patrick Swayze. Wolverines!
What’s your favorite Patrick Swayze movie?
Chuck Klosterman, author of Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs, Klosterman IV:
Well, my favorite Patrick Swayze movie is Road House. Everyone may already know this because I’ve written about it once, but Road House is sort of an amazing film because, if you discount the science fiction genre, it is the least plausible movie ever made. Because you go through every scene, and every twist to the plot, every single one of them is completely impossible. It just starts with this impossible premise that there’s a nationally famous bouncer that people seek out, that somebody could have a reputation for being a great bar bouncer. And that he would go to NYU and major in philosophy. I remember there’s a monster truck involved at one point. It’s crazy that one guy would run a town in this despotic way. And the bar that it’s set in, it’s the bar that’s got a live band, all these great looking women, but sporadically throughout the night people are having chairs broken over their heads and getting hit by bottles. There’s no way this place would stay in existence, and even if it did, hot people wouldn’t go there. To a bar where people consistently got thrown through plate glass windows? I find that I like to watch Road House just because it’s set in an alternative reality. A place in which I would like to live.
BH: In which Kelly Lynch is a doctor.
CK: And also, why would a town that size – it’s a town of like 1,200 people, right– I mean, there’s not even an apartment complex, he’s got to live in a barn, but they have a huge hospital? Where ER doctors are working at two in the morning? It’s an interesting idea.
BH: So what’s your second favorite Patrick Swayze movie?
CK: It depends. Donnie Darko. But there are some Patrick Swayze movies I don’t count. Donnie Darko is a better movie than Road House, but I don’t consider Donnie Darko to be a Patrick Swayze movie. So I would say Point Break. Patrick Swayze is a key element of that film, and his iconography is partially built by roles like that. I mean, you can’t just pick a movie he happens to be in, so I would say Point Break is number two.
Heather Havrilesky, salon.com Television Critic:
Without question Dirty Dancing. That movie was soft porn for awkward teenage girls lacking adorable little noses, and Swayze was the hunky man-meat at the center of the story, hung there for us to drool over. Meaty but non-threatening, charming but dumb, plus cool, loyal, and extremely coordinated, Swayze was the ultimate no-strings Summer fling, the ideal way to lose your virginity without either getting married or becoming a filthy slut. I mean, they were dancing together to help that poor working-class girl get a bad abortion, remember? It was a socially conscious sort of a film. Plus, they got caught in the rain, and Swayze had killer abs. We awkward teen girls understood that Jennifer Gray really had no choice: she had to do him. And, charmingly enough, Swayze was the shy one! He was the one who wanted to stay together in the end! But alas, she’s like the wind through his tree!
Sadly, now Jennifer Gray has a surgically-altered adorable little nose, Patrick Swayze has since starred in “Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights,” and most of us have been the wind through countless trees. Ah, but times do change.
Steve Kistulentz, Barrelhouse Contributor (“Home from the War: An Appreciation of Magnum, PI,” Barrelhouse Issue 1):
Simply, Red Dawn. In the early days of World War III, I was a high school student and fervent Reagan youth. My car was adorned with bumper stickers that said neoconservative things like “Nicaragua is Spanish for Afghanistan.” I’m sure you’ll all remember the heady days after the Soviet Union had been outlawed, but none of us ever expected the Soviet shock troops to parachute in. When they did, we took to the woods surrounding NSF Thurmont (the official name for Camp David) and defended the president as best we could, with potato guns, pipe bombs, and napalm made from moonshine and Palmolive dishwashing detergent (somebody’s old man had a copy of the Anarchist’s Cookbook). Later a biopic of our group was made, but for legal reasons it was relocated to the Rockies, and the character based on me was re-imagined as a mountain man named Jed. To be played by Swayze, though, remains the highest honor.
Emmylou Harris:
I guess I’d have to say Ghost, since it’s the only one I’ve seen all the way through. Plus, it’s on TV a lot.
Craig Finn and Tad Kubler, the Hold Steady
Tad Kubler: Seriously?
Matt Bell (interviewing for Barrelhouse): Yeah. Ian McKaye almost punched someone in the face over it, as I understand it.
Craig Finn: Road House. How could it not be?
TK: [Long pause] I’m going to say The Outsiders.
MB: Great choice. Thank you very—
TK: Actually, you know what? I’ll give you my top three: Outsiders, Red Dawn, and, for the quote alone—“Nobody puts Baby in the corner”—Dirty Dancing.
John Richards, morning DJ, KEXP.com:
Red Dawn. Why the Russians AND Cubans were attacking Kansas is beyond me.
Tod Goldberg, author of Simplify and Living Dead Girl, Barrelhouse Contributor (“Walls,” issue 4):
Point Break, because Swayze taught me three important things in that movie:
1. If you project weakness, you draw aggression.
2. You want the ultimate thrill, you gotta be willing to pay the ultimate price.
3. Fear causes hesitation, and hesitation will cause your worst fears to come true.
Now, granted, all three of those points essentially reinforce the same core truth: If you’re not Patrick Swazye, brah, then you’re just C. Thomas Howell with a mullet.
Blake Butler, Barrelhouse Contributor (“Fake Fire and Rescue,” online, “The Ruined Child,” Barrelhouse 7):
My favorite Pat Swayze film by far is that one, I can’t remember the name, where he plays an ex-con with a gimp leg? And he’s really talented at lassoing but he keeps losing all his winnings from the lasso competitions (what’s the formal word for a lasso competition?) to his blackjack addiction, which the film weirdly plays up as an actual physical ailment, and there are those weird scenes where you see him trying, just trying to stand up from the table and every time his ass leaves the seat he starts sweating and shaking and falls on the floor and rolls around in agony until someone helps him back up into his seat and then he fixes his collar and smiles and says his catch phrase, “Hit me, Dick”? Know which one I’m talking about? Shit. I think it also has Tony Dow.
Matt Bell, Barrelhouse Contributor (”White Lines and Headlights,” Issue 1, “Mario’s Three Lives,” Issue 3, “BeautyForever,” Issue 7):
Donnie Darko is probably my favorite movie Patrick Swayze was in, but I wouldn’t call it a Patrick Swayze movie. My favorite thing Patrick Swayze ever did on screen was probably the Chippendales skit with Chris Farley, but of course that’s not a Patrick Swayze movie either. (Have you seen the remix with “Final Countdown”? It’s surprisingly sad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RajNvJ3bCU&feature=player_embedded)
Movies are tough for me, because Swayze did so much of his most famous work when I was really young: I was three when The Outsiders came out, then four years old for Red Dawn. Even Point Break came out when I was only eleven, and I certainly didn’t see it then. In my house, we stayed young for a long time, thanks to the aggressive sheltering of my parents.
We weren’t allowed to watch Dirty Dancing either, even years after its release. Our copy was a copied VHS tape, with the title in permanent marker besides a warning: ADULTS ONLY.
Movies labeled this way were all the rated R movies, or the PG-13 ones rated for sex instead of language or violence.
These were movies I desperately wanted to watch, but never did, too afraid of being caught, or tattled on by my four younger siblings. When I finally picked my first of the forbidden tapes off the wall, it was Dirty Dancing, a title that at least suggested sex, as opposed to the other (actually much raunchier) movies with titles I couldn’t understand (A Fish Called Wanda is particularly memorable– I wondered what that movie was for at least a decade before I saw it on cable.)
As you can imagine, I was pretty disappointed in the movie itself. But I’ve still always remembered that viewing, that first glimpse into the film version of the completely tame ADULTS ONLY world of my parents. So thanks, Patrick, for being my guide into “adulthood,” that apparently strange phase of life where any guy with a couple slick dance movies and a taut belly can get a rich girl to pay for his dance partner’s abortion right before she falls in love with him. Who knew that’s what growing up was all about?
Travis Morrison, musician, formerly of Dismemberment Plan:
Big Trouble in Little China.
Editor’s Note: We at Barrelhouse are aware that Patrick Swayze did not appear in the 1986 film Big Trouble in Little China. However, the mistake is understandable. Big Trouble’s star, Kurt Russell, was sporting a very Swayze-esque mullet throughout the mid-80’s, causing all kinds of comparisons between the two stars — some warranted, others not. Hair of this kind could have crossed anyone’s wires. In fact, in discussion of this topic, the Barrelhouse staff often referred to Big Trouble and Escape from New York, Mr. Russell’s 1981 vehicle, interchangeably. Fear the mullet, indeed.
John Davis, Q and Not U:
Road House, natch. Though I enjoyed Red Dawn, Point Break and Next of Kin.
Dan Wickett, Dzanc Books
It HAS to be Youngblood with his Derek Sutton mentoring Rob Lowe’s Dean Youngblood - the damn near perfect mullet, the dentures/bridge in the drink joke at the bar, the cracking of his head on the ice when Racki slewfoots him? Plus Cynthia Gibb as a bonus (was that her last film???)? And hell, it’s about hockey.
Ian MacKaye, Fugazi:
I have no idea. What movies was he in?
BH: The Outsiders.
IM: I saw it. I thought the book was much better.
BH: It was.
IM: I was a huge S.E. Hinton fan. I really don’t give a fuck about Patrick Swayze.
Malcolm Gladwell, author of The Tipping Point and Blink:
Really, really tough question. Some part of me wants to say Road House. But not Dirty Dancing, if only because that movie is all about Jennifer Grey, who was an absolute goddess until she had a nose job. Why did she have a nose job? Does that make any sense at all?
Jim Ruland, Author of Big Lonesome, Barrelhouse Contributor (“Parting Gifts,” issue 5):
Without question, it’s got to be Point Break. In another lifetime, I was a junior copywriter at an L.A. advertising agency with dreams of breaking into Hollywood as a screenwriter, i.e. I was a ubiquitous cliche. I ordered the great Lee Marvin film Point Blank from a screenwriting service and they sent me Point Break instead.
What’s interesting about the error is that the two movies actually have a lot in common. Point Blank is adapted from the Richard Stark (aka Donald Westlake) novel that kicked off the Parker series. Each novel centers around a heist and Parker is presented as a kind of anti-hero with a code of honor.
Of course, the killer-with-a-code is a familiar trope, but Swayze’s amazing success with it as Bodhi, leader of the Ex-Presidents, hinges on the fact that’s pursued by Johnny Utah, an FBI agent played by Keanu Reeves, who has all the personality of a stack of firewood. The relationship between Bodhi and Utah is complex, but Swayze does all the heavy lifting. Of course we’re going to root for Swayze!
Gary Busey puts in a memorable performance as a Utah’s coked out partner (I’m talking about the actor, not the character) (Tom Sizemore is also in the film; imagine what those trailer parties must have been like) but the best line goes to Keanu Reeves when he screams “I am an F. B. I. agent!” for no discernable purpose other than to remind the audience that he ought to be taken seriously.
Josh Maday, Barrelhouse Contributor (“Reinvention: Tom Cruise,” online):
I learned everything I know about mullets and the ancient art of bouncing from Road House. My VHS copy has been around the spool and back a thousand times. The drywall in my house is destroyed. All the tables: smashed. Road House, definitely.
Dave Housley, Co-Founder, Co-Editor, Barrelhouse
With Road House out of the mix for Barrelhouse editors, I have to go with an underrated Swayze movie: Youngblood. This is the movie where Swayze became Swayze, where he perfected the Swayze Character. All the Swayze touchstones are there: the mullet, the bullshit wisdom, the dull gleam in his eye, the fighting and the women. And for all you Point Break fans, something extra special: Keanu Reeves as a minor league hockey goalie with the worst French Canadian accent ever. You could make the argument that without Youngblood, there would be no Road House or Point Break, which we all know are the templates for The Swayze Movie.
Lance Weiler, Director, The Last Broadcast, Head Trauma
LW: Maybe I would have to say Red Dawn. Or maybe it’s a toss up with Point Break, that’s a great Catherine Bigelow film. Have you ever seen Near Dark?
Kylos Brannon (Barrelhouse Art Director): Parts of it.
LW: Yeah, that’s a pretty cool movie. She’s got a movie, Willam Defoe is in it, it’s her first film … man, what is it called? I’d probably would say Point Break, just because I like Catherine Bigelow’s stuff. I think it is great she’s a woman and she makes action pictures.
KB: If you got a phone call saying Patrick Swayze wanted to work with you, would you put him in?
LW: Yeah, you know, if the role was right. He was kind of interesting in, uh, he was in Donnie Darko, wasn’t he?
KB: Yeah, in fact I think that would be golden that he did that. Yeah, I loved it.
LW: Yeah, yeah. I think if you give him the right role, I think he could be great.
Aaron Burch, Editor, Hobart:
I think I have to say Point Break. If only for the sheer number of times it was on USA and I’d watch a few minutes of it here or there to avoid doing whatever else I probably should have been doing. Also, almost any movie with a Red Hot Chili Pepper is generally entertaining. Which Point Break is; it is just a really stupid, enjoyable movie. Though that could probably be said for just about any Swayze movie…
Paul Soter of the Broken Lizard Comedy Troupe:
Wow. Reminds me of a good story. (My fave is Red Dawn, by the way.) So, Lemme is a huge Swayze fan. Years ago, when we were trying to get Super Troopers made, we were all crashing with a friend here in LA. We got invited to a party, and Lemme spots Swayze across the room. This is his big moment. He orchestrates an introduction. He’s so ready to dazzle him. And then he totally flubs the whole thing. I think he got nervous and asked him something like, “So how was it making Youngblood? Was it cool?” So naturally, Swayze shook him pretty fast, but we were all psyched. So now it’s like 5 a.m., and we’ve all gone to sleep. Heffernan wakes up to the sound of Lemme laughing across the room. He asks him what the hell he’s laughing about, and Lemme says, “I just caught myself thinking of all the things I should have said to Swayze.”
So you see, at the end of the day, all five of us are a bunch of dumb starfuckers.
Tom Williams, Editor, Arkansas Review, Barrelhouse Contributor (“Three Piece Combo with Drink,” Issue Three):
I’d have to say Road House, though I wonder if it’s my favorite Ben Gazzara movie or my favorite Kelly Lynch movie or favorite John Doe movie or my favorite Jeff Healey movie or my favorite Red West movie. But what must have been the pitch for Road House like? “There’s this bad guy. He runs the town, see. A mean old dude with a squad of tough guys capable of jujitsu, boxing, rassling, anything. And into the fray steps our hero, a philosophy major/major ass kicker who sets things aright. And he’ll rip the heart out of somebody, literally, in the third act. And a blind guitar player to boot. Did I mention that Sam Elliot’s in it, too? And lots of karate chops? And Terry Funk?”
Reb Livingston, Founder, No Tell Books, Editor, No Tell Motel
Donnie Darko, because it’s the best movie ever, and Dirty Dancing, because I’m a girl.
Patterson Hood, the Drive by Truckers
You know, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen one. I’ve read the Chunklet Magazine piece on Road House as fine cinema and laughed, but I’m not sure I’ve ever actually seen it. Was he in Red Dawn? I saw that as a teenager. It wasn’t very good [Editor’s note: Blasphemy!]. In a few years Tarantino will resurrect him like he has Kurt Russell [Editor’s note: finger’s crossed!].























Gonna have to go with “The Outsiders.” Young Swayze. Young Cruise. Young everyone. SE Hinton, mud, blood, fights–c’mon, what’s not to love? “Stay gold, Ponyboy,” is one of the best movie quotes ever. And Patrick Swayze is the best big brother ever.
Roadhouse is a close second. I still sing Jeff Healy songs from time to time. I always smile when I sing Jeff Healy songs. I don’t know why. Wait, yes I do know why–
I sound exactly like Jeff Healy when I sing.
Gonna miss PS. Stay gold, brother.
I want to say Point Break, for two reasons. Firstly, because although I’ve never seen it, it looks so awesome. And to that end, I really have no interest in seeing it, because I know it can’t be as awesome as it is in my head. Secondly, if I were to choose a Swayze movie I have seen, I’d either have to go all girly with Dirty Dancing or hipster with Donnie Darko. And either way I’d lose.
Has anyone seen “Keeping Mum” with Swayze, Kristin Scott Thomas and (Dame) Maggie Smith? (Oh, and Mr. Bean.) It’s absurd, and not at all a “Patrick Swayze Movie,” but he’s glorious with Kristen Scott Thomas. Grab it before it’s the last Swayze movie for rent this week at your ailing corner video store.
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I am really surprised that he lasted as long as he did. In these pictures from April he looked like he had only days to live
http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?t=7312932
In comparison to the pictures there too from days past - it really shows what this horrible disease does to a person. What a shame!
RIP Patrick
I like Road House, and I “like” Point Break. But I think I actually saw Dirty Dancing in the theater. And in terms of “movies I saw at an impressionable age, which colored how I see the world,” Dirty Dancing definitely comes out on top, in terms of the Swayze oeuvre. Which is probably sad (for me, not for Swayze).
Oh Mike. Is that why you’re still wearing those cut off sewn up jean shorts? Let me break it to you, Mike: Johnny is not coming for you. And you will be put in a corner.
My favorite Swayze movie has to be “To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar.” What an amazing turn for him; self-mocking and gentle, his character was the heart of the film. He radiated joy in this part. Plus he had fabulous clothes and makeup.
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I’ll go with Point Break because I rewatched it recently right after my first trip to the heaven on earth that is San Diego and seeing Hurt Locker, which is the finished draft of what Point Break was going after. This in no way detracts from Point Break (well, Keanu a little bit) but the stakes in PB are waves, while in Hurt Locker they’re bombs. But the same dynamic is at work. Makes me want to see all the Kathryn Bigelow movies: Near Dark, Blue Steel, Strange Days but K19 the Widowmaker not so much…
How awesome is it on Bigelow’s IMDB page that it says one of her trademarks is casting Tom Sizemore (who has a cameo in PB)
I know it’s off limits, but I have to go with Road House. Like Mike’s odd relationship with Dirty Dancing, I saw RH during a formative period in my life. In fact, I’m pretty sure I saw it before I was allowed to watch R rate movies (a friend of mine introduced me to it at a sleepover). Most of the flick looks like it could’ve taken place fifteen miles outside of the town where I grew up (for the NEPA readers–I’m thinking it’s a cross between Clifford and Waymart). Beyond that, I like the idea of bumpkins banding together with shotguns to take down the town’s rich boss (even if it is Ben Gazzara).
Holy fucking shit. There’s a sequel to Road House starring Gary Busey’s son: http://www.netflix.com/Movie/Road_House_2_Last_Call/70050839?lnkce=seRtLn&trkid=222336&strkid=1995863798_2_0&strackid=100610a815a0d13a_2_srl
Dirty Dancing. Yes. Goddess.
Nice tribute, Dave.
I have to admit that I’m not a Swayzephile, but it intrigued me that so many people are. So I thought a lot about Swayze’s canon, and I may have a small insight into his strange hold on the imaginations of so many. In plays and movies, a “convention” is something that the plot and characters establish in the course of the story and treat as a given. No matter how outlandish it is, the audience will come to accept it if the characters in the play or movie do so without irony or self-concsiousness. Swayze, in his choice of projects and his performances, was a master of oddball convention: sensitive, bad boy virginity-taker at summer camp; renowned philosopher-bouncer in small town ruled by martial arts thugs; bankrobber surfer; teen-aged freedom fighter defending the heartland from communist invaders. It’s all so ridiculous. But Swayze played it so straight, so earnestly. He believed it. So, for an hour or two, we believed it too.
I had never set out to see the film a hundred times.
“Dirty Dancing” came out at the very beginning of my senior year at Northwestern University. The film was an immediate smash, and it seemed to take only a few weeks after its release that every sorority on campus had somehow “acquired” their own video copy of the film.
It might have changed since, but back when I was in school the sororities had the house rule of no boys above the first floor. This meant that every time I went to one of the houses to pick up a date, or meet a friend, or hookup with a study group I had to wait for them in the living room for them to come downstairs.
But after “Dirty Dancing” came out I found that I was never stuck waiting alone. More often than not the living room doubled as the TV room, and with the VCR running the movie twenty-four hours a day I was always in the company of a gaggle of sorority sisters glued to the TV screen, singing all the songs, reciting all the dialogue and even getting up to do the dances along with the movie’s characters.
Not wanting to bring the scorn of the sisters down upon my head, and truly enjoying the Rocky Horror-ish interaction of the audience, I’d sit quietly and watch whatever part of the movie happened to be playing during my time in the living room until whomever I had come to meet came downstairs to rescue me.
I had never set out the see the film a hundred times, let alone in the millions of fragments that I had to piece together in my mind like a William Burroughs novel. It wasn’t till years later that I would see the film in one sitting in its entirety from beginning to end. It’s not that bad of a film. Cheesy music, yes, and alot of smarmy characters and bad sixties fashions, but all in all a pretty entertaining film for a chick-flick musical.
But is it my favorite? By default I might say yes if only for the sheer number of [combined] times I’ve seen it. Having worked for years as a bouncer at a number of bars in my adult life, I do relate to “Roadhouse”. “Point Break” is the ultimate adrenaline-rush guy flick. If you pop in “Ghost” when you have a woman over you’re almost guaranteed a free pass to at least second base.
But if a film is considered a “favorite” because of the lasting effect it’s had on one’s life then there is one mitigating factor in regards to “Dirty Dancing” that will undoubtedly award it that accolade.
As luck would have it I happen to share a first name with Patrick Swayze’s character Johnny Castle. During those times I was around all those sorority girls who were reciting the dialogue along with the movie and one of those lines included the name Johnny, all heads would turn in my direction and the recitation would be directed toward me: “You’re a great teacher Johnny”, “Will I see you tonight Johnny?”, “I know Johnny didn’t take Moe’s wallet. I know because…because I was with Johnny last night.”
Soon these girls didn’t need prompting from the movie, and were they to see me on campus the lines would be spouted out spontaneously and out of context: “Johnny you’re simply everything”, “Think you can keep that straight, Johnny?”
And as the phenomenon of the movie continued to grow it wasn’t long after that this practice spread to all of my friends - “There are no books in Johnny’s room”, my classmates - “Maybe Johnny didn’t do it!”, my fraternity brothers - “You were right Johnny, you can’t win no matter what you do”.
Just recently, maybe a week or so before Swayze’s passing I was chatting online with a few of my old frat brethren. We reminiscing about events at a party some two decades ago. Good natured ribbing and accusations were flying back and forth when three of the guys simultaneously texted “Johnny didn’t do it!”
I had never set out to see the film a hundred times, let alone get get a laugh from an obscure cinematic reference that links me to the movie “Dirty Dancing” twenty plus years after the fact. Perhaps that in itself makes it my favorite.
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