Category: 80’s Action Hall of Fame

Fathers and sons. Rivals, always, but eventually, an understanding. In the best cases – the rarest cases – a fine example is set. Lessons for the future, something to build on and develop.

Once upon a time, Soon-Tek Oh (1932-2018) was America’s go-to Asian. Maybe the world’s. Whenever Hollywood needed a glaring visage from the Orient, Oh packed his bags, thanked his agent, and caught the first flight to glory.

So far, only two inanimate objects have had the privilege of HOF induction: Sly’s legendary pair of scissors and, naturally, Bronson’s wine bottle. They deserved their moment in the sun.

You see, Brad runs it all. “Jasper” on the maps, but “Wesley” in the hearts and minds of the faithful. He is mayor, sheriff, president, and pimp, all at once, just to avoid confusion.

Left penniless by the Giggler’s savagery, she’s fighting back in the only way she knows how: by taking pleasure in another’s pain. Schadenfreude, the American Way.

The United States, if you believe the myth, was built by grit, tenacity, long hours, and great determination. Heedless of risk, these men and women of yesteryear passed along to their progeny the unquenchable desire to gamble it all for even the slightest slice of the American pie

By 1987, Paul Kersey was a shell of his former self. Sure, he hadn’t lost a step in terms of his desire to kill, nor his near-legendary taste for much younger women, but he was getting lazy. Incredibly lazy. Would the Paul of yore have resorted to MacGyver methods when a gun barrel to the…

The Summer of 1985. While I was spending six weeks in Indiana with my maniacal grandmother, learning that yes, a 12-year-old can indeed conjure up vivid fantasies of mass murder, director Michael Winner, via MGM and Golan-Globus, was putting the final touches on the greatest motion picture ever released.