rivercityvibe   “Puerile, smutty, schoolboy nonsense” – My Mom

I went to see Harry Brown last night at the 5 Points Theatre (note spelling). You’ll recall from my preview that this is the Michael Caine vehicle about an elderly vigilante in the violent projects of central London. It was even better than I expected, but this did not surprise me. You see, I have this theory that Michael Caine is the greatest man on Earth. The most awesome fella going. The best guy out.

There’s plenty of evidence to support my hypothesis. His canon of work for starters. By itself, the combination of Zulu and  Dirty Rotten Scoundrels gets him halfway there. Factor in Get Carter,  The Italian Job, Hannah and her Sisters (Oscaaaaaar…),  the BRILLIANT imagining of Graham Greene’s The Quiet American, and you have got something pretty special. I could live on a desert island with just his movies (plus the Empire Strikes Back, Weird Science, and Christmas Vacation) for the rest of my life, quite happily.

But actually, the single thing that finally convinced me that this guy eclipses even Oliver Reed‘s awesomeness as a hero and role model, was a quote from The New Yorker, which interviewed him in advance of the release of Harry Brown. Here it is:

Harry Brown is the most fragile, weary, shoot-the-moon vigilante yet. Caine said his key to understanding the character was that he himself once served in Korea:

“When I was nineteen and a soldier, I often wondered how I was going to be if I knew I was going to die. At one point, we were ambushed in the paddy fields, just four of us surrounded by Chinese. And my instinct—which has lasted me the rest of my life—was: All right, I’m going to die. And that’s O.K. But”—he paused and leveled a heavy finger at the recollected enemy, and at any future adversaries—“as many of you as possible are going to die with me. I’ll take the whole fucking lot.” He grinned. “I’m going to die expensive.

What a fucking dead-set legend. I rest my case.

My third favorite movie (and favorite John Hughes* movie) Weird Science is playing at the 5 Points Theater at midnight tonight. I am attending in my yellowest shoes. It’s going to be mighty. I presume you all, being people of exquisite taste, patronize the 5 points Theatre (note spelling) all the time. They have beer.

Which reminds me, I have recently begun a long post which, O reader, I may or may not inflict upon you shortly. It’s subject is Quality of Life. The fact that I can go to a midnight showing of a movie like Weird Science, on my bicycle, is what we call a ‘key indicator’ when it comes to measuring Life Quality.

If only it wasn’t so bastarding cold.

What’s up with that? Seriously.

(*did you see the piece about him in Vanity Fair? Illuminating).