Yesterday, The Lifeguard was watching the end of the awful Miley Cyrus vehicle, The Last Song. Like watching a thirty car pileup, September 11th footage, or any interview with Charlie Sheen, The Lifeguard kept watching, wondering if Greg Kinnear really did die, just to get away from the wooden and talentless Ms. Cyrus. Indeed, if she weren't kinda hot (and worth a bazillion dollars), she wouldn't have anything going for her. (Well, she does have a pretty good voice...and great legs.) If this crap graces your TV screen, change the channel...or gouge out your eyes.
Another great film, Daylight, was on recently. The Lifeguard wonders why, in the interest of appeasing the part of the world that hates us, the World Trade Center's twin towers weren't digitally removed from the film's ending scenes. Seriously, The Lifeguard still gets pissed whenever he sees a picture of the New York skyline.
Indeed, had The Lifeguard been the mayor of New York City, (almost) the exact same towers would have been rebuilt with all due dispatch. Except, they'd have been taller, stronger, and more visible as a sign of America's might (and New York City's resilience).
Any Stallone film, with the possible exceptions of Rocky V and Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot, is worth watching; and, if the Rocky series is playing, give The Lifeguard a 30-rack and a bag of White Castle cheeseburgers.
Finally, why, in the name of all that is holy, does everyone from Buenos Aires (in the movie, Starship Troopers) look Anglo?