I was flipping channels tonight in the late night, which is not that uncommon for me. I came upon the later part of the film, Road House.
 
Road House is one of those films that when I first saw it, when it was first released, in the theaters, I was not that taken in by it. But, give it a few decades, and the many-many times I have re-viewed it, (as it is on the air waves so often), and the various times I have seen a piece of it here or there or everywhere, and yes, I will conclude, it is a true classic. Plus, it co-stars one of my favorite actors of all time, Ben Gazzara.
 
…Or, is it simply that it is Cult Programming? They make you watch it so many times that you come to believe in its goodness?
 
Previous to that/this, I was watching some film from the early 2000s. One of those movies that you watch just to kill some time in the Summer Night. Not bad, as it was high budget, but not really that good. Unmemorable. I’m sure I’ll forget that I watched it in the Fairly Soon.
 
Tim Robbins was the co-star in that one. He’s worked a lot. I had the pleasure of doing a scene with him when his career was on the rise when, (I Guess), due to my having worked with Karen Black in, The Roller Blade Seven, the great director, Robert Altman’s people called my people, (back when I had people), and they asked me to do a Cameo in his industry classic, The Player.
 
I remember very well being on the set when Susan Sarandon, Robbins’ then girlfriend, came by. She had their baby in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Welcome to Hollywood.
 
Of course, Robbins went on to have a great career. Me, I guess due to my association with Donald G. Jackson, well… I was banished from the A-Film Game, except by Adam Sandler, who called me back to the BIGS a few years ago. But, that was then, this is now.
 
At the end of Road House, there is this great scene with the incredible Blues guitar player, Jeff Healey, doing one of his great song. To watch him play is amazing. Like Junior Brown, how he plays the guitar in that manner is amazing. Sadly, he died when he was only forty-one in 2008. He was one of those amazing players who really took the Blues, and later Jazz, to the next level.  I truly suggest you watch his performance where the end-credits run over it at the end of Road House. It’s great! Really inspiring.
 
Like all creative endeavors, Road House has received its fair share of criticism. But, to all you people out there who are throwing the shade, let me ask you, like I always ask/say to the critics, “What movies have you made? And, if you haven’t made a movie—if you haven’t proven that you can make a movie, and do it all so much better than those who have actually created Cinematic Art, then stop talking and get out there and prove what you can do! I mean, if you possess the knowledge about and the love for cinema that you claim, why aren’t you making movies? Make a movie. Prove that your opinion actually matters!”
 
Road House, yeah, it is one of those weird creations that has taken a hold of the viewing public. It plays all the time. Whomever made it, whomever was in it, what it is that made it what it is, they must have done something right.