As far as I know, people either hate or love John Travolta. And I don't blame them. This is the direct result of producing a classic like Staying Alive, then dropping off the planet and getting listed in the celebrity 'whatever happened to..?' list for a decade or two. Then you come back with Pulp Fiction, and then produce nonsense like Swordfish or that ghastly Face Off. It's either - or with this guy. A producer of terrific, culture shaping hits or toilet blockage material, with a deep chasm separating the two.
So when I watched Wild Hogs, and saw him looking like he's actually having some fun, I realized I was having fun too. Not because it's got a terrific plot or that it's amazingly funny or that it changes the world of comedy or any of that. Rather, the movie shows a guy that I can't figure out having fun. In the process, I am watching a movie of his where I don't have to figure him out, so I just end up having fun. Does that make sense?
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