Jaymuller

Following a sordid industry trend, Road House bears resemblance to the original only in title and the protagonist's name. Trotting out one cliche after another, the movie is predictable in outcome, remaining unpredictable only in the ordering of the cliches. A drink-per-cliche game based on this movie would no doubt make drunkards out of many. For sake of comparison, when a song is remade so many times it becomes a cliche unto itself, it can still be recognized as a version of the original, even when sleep inducing. Indeed, someone must have been dreaming to think this movie could be independently recognized as Roadhouse.

The fight scenes were very well choreographed, but that is not enough to justify sitting through the entire movie. May Mr. McGregor have a long, illustrious and profitable career in cinema, as this his Hercules In New York.

A hallucination within a dream of an imaginary psychic. A random collection of amorphous conceptualizations barely perceivable by the sentient yet yearning to be understood by the unknowable. Cognitively impenetrable at best, utterly nonsensical at worst. A chaotic metaphor for the novel cliché that is the fundamental paradox of existence. I highly recommend.