Man. It’s even worse when you knew it was coming, right? I’ll never forget, because it was a year ago from this past February, and I was chilling with a companion in a hotel room outside LAX. Road House came on the TV and I was talking about how brilliant this movie was, not just indicative of the culture of America at the time it came out, but how The Swayze had really tapped into something weird and silly and zen, and during the commercial, the news came on that The Swayze (pronounced “sways,” yes, do not argue with me) had the kind of cancer you don’t come back from. I almost started crying right then and there. And earlier today, Conrad Noir and I were watching Defiance with Daniel Craig and Liev Schreiber and I made a joke about how it was just a Jewish Red Dawn and Conrad said, “I’ll never understand your admiration for Swayze.” No, you won’t. And now I’m just going to go watch Point Break and that’s that.
