Harley Davidson and The Marlboro Man – Reviewed by Skids Poppe

My opinion is that if you’re going to see a movie, you may as well see one you can identify with, right? So I’m looking through the paper and all that’s showing is this ‘feel-good’ crap that seems to be so damn popular these days. I hate going out, handing over my hard earned dough to some pimply face teenager so I can sit for two hours in a dark room and watch a bunch of fuckin’ yuppies whine about how miserable their lives are against a background of new age synthesizer drivel. I mean where’s Dennis Hopper when you want to see a great flick about real people who are just like me. When I spend my cash, I want to see action, girls, bikes, explosions, guns and more bikes. Like I said, all I want is something I can identify with, is that so much to ask. Continue reading “Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man” →