Every year, without question, I participate in a cult-like tradition that divides my family. I feel like it's for the greater good, but my wife and friends think it's terrible and unnecessary. And despite it making me look and feel like a crazy person, there's something cathartic about gazing into the mirror and seeing that I've truly let go. Once a year, I distance myself from the pressures of adult society and succumb to a more primal state of being.
In other words, I grow a playoff beard.
Similar to my annual facial-hair disaster, The Purge may be slightly better in idea than execution. An impossibly clever setup ultimately ending in thriller-movie goofiness, this flick is better before you actually see it. And if you happened to catch the highly-effective trailer? You might be good. Just sit back, search your brain for any home invasion movie you've ever seen, microwave some popcorn, have the well, what would you do? conversation with your friends and save yourself ten bucks. Done.
But, if you do go, like my brother Nikos and I did, you'll probably enjoy yourself regardless. The Purge is breathtakingly brief and never really lets up. Yes, you've seen Dad defend his family from sick f--ks countless times, but at the end of the day, it's still fun. This logistically impossible idea of a twelve hour window of madness may be such a good summer movie idea that it's hard to resist. But it's also hard to end, too.
Though the movie is far too silly overall, I actually appreciated all the things it says about class and culture. The short run-time doesn't really allow for any personal reflections or anything (not that that's what fills seats in June), but I really got into the countless budbahasa questions and ambiguities. It made for some solid post-movie conversation. Personally, I don't even kill spiders, much to my wife's chagrin. But given a chance to murder say...the guy who pulls out in front of me when there isn't a single f--king car behind me for miles!? That kind of sounds enticing, if only just a little bit. But then again, I am a teacher. There's probably forty five kids that would surround my house on the night of The Purge. Imagine the next day at school?
Speaking of vengeful punks, here is the latest round of Yays and Boos. We've been watching so much hockey lately instead of movies, they feel kind of left out. They don't get that the potentially winning the Stanley Cup is the biggest Yay possible. And the fact that this year I'm opting in on mustache? Huge Boo. Huge.
But a week from now, win or lose, I will remove the undesirable hair by force, and cleanse myself of the beard. Now that's a purge we can all support.
In other words, I grow a playoff beard.
But, if you do go, like my brother Nikos and I did, you'll probably enjoy yourself regardless. The Purge is breathtakingly brief and never really lets up. Yes, you've seen Dad defend his family from sick f--ks countless times, but at the end of the day, it's still fun. This logistically impossible idea of a twelve hour window of madness may be such a good summer movie idea that it's hard to resist. But it's also hard to end, too.
Though the movie is far too silly overall, I actually appreciated all the things it says about class and culture. The short run-time doesn't really allow for any personal reflections or anything (not that that's what fills seats in June), but I really got into the countless budbahasa questions and ambiguities. It made for some solid post-movie conversation. Personally, I don't even kill spiders, much to my wife's chagrin. But given a chance to murder say...the guy who pulls out in front of me when there isn't a single f--king car behind me for miles!? That kind of sounds enticing, if only just a little bit. But then again, I am a teacher. There's probably forty five kids that would surround my house on the night of The Purge. Imagine the next day at school?
Speaking of vengeful punks, here is the latest round of Yays and Boos. We've been watching so much hockey lately instead of movies, they feel kind of left out. They don't get that the potentially winning the Stanley Cup is the biggest Yay possible. And the fact that this year I'm opting in on mustache? Huge Boo. Huge.
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| Shame none of those trophies are for choosing a good boyfriend. |
Yaaaaaaaaaay!
- 85 minutes. Good or bad, I'm home in under two. Brilliant.
- Good night is so played out. I'm going with Safe night! from now on.
- The bad guys, essentially the most hardcore Socs ever, are awesome. Loved the main guy, Polite Stranger, played by Rhys Wakefield. He was the right kind of creepy.
- And his hair! Who knew that the opposite of sideburns makes you scary as f--k. Worse than an awful beard, right? Right?
- Ethan Hawke. I've actually gone on too far without mentioning this guy. Hawke finds himself in some of the most random bullshit I've ever seen, but damned if he doesn't always kick ass regardless.
- I have to mention his hardcore wife, too, played by the sexy Lena Headey. Turns out this Lannister is actually pretty forgiving, as long as you don't f--k with her shit, Neighbor Lady.
- I really need to get a letter opener. And a pool table. And some balls. Pool balls, jerk.
- Okay. Serious time for a minute. The scene when they first let the guy in the house was all kinds of crazy. I mean, things go from an approachable level of this is unfortunate to holy f--king shit in a matter of seconds. That homeless dude is basically a ninja.
- Speaking of crazy...the masked a-hole who tickles? Nuts. Cut my head off, fine. But don't you dare make me giggle uncontrollably. I'll cut your face off and wear it over my own.
- And finally, I love home invasion movies. Not because I'm into that awfulness or anything, but no matter how serious it gets, I'm always reminded of one of my favorite cinematic legends: Kevin McCallister.
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| Someone call Robin Williams to hug this kid. It's not your fault. |
Booooooo!
- In every movie, someone has to suck. And unfortunately, it's usually the kid. In The Purge, it's no different. Not only does this kid look like an amalgamation of all of Michael Jackson's kids, which is weird enough, but he just flat out sucks as a character. Sorry.
- Growling instead of saying I love you? What a terrible idea. What's worse? It reminded me of all the dumb things I said to girls when I was younger/right now.
- Oh, darn. I almost forgot to turn on the security system on the most deadly night of the f--king year. What a silly-billy!
- And speaking of, let's make sure that even our highly impressionable/panic room having/scary RC car driving goofball 10 year old son...let's make sure he can override the system anytime he feels like it. That should be fine.
- If I'm ever in your house, and you decide you want to protect me, may I suggest one thing that might help us both out? F--king untie me! Please.
- As I hinted at earlier, the ending sucks all kinds of balls. That was the reason?
- And finally, even though I secretly want to cheer for his dexterity and ingenuity, my younger brother is the biggest pussy ever. He not only covers his eyes during scary movies, but he also puts his fingers in his ears too. Imagine if we'd seen something actually scary.
But a week from now, win or lose, I will remove the undesirable hair by force, and cleanse myself of the beard. Now that's a purge we can all support.