That movies was so good. I was a teenager with testosterone levels pushing towards psychopathy. I thought he was the hero of the story even after it was over. My mom (I guess correctly) thought he was the bad guy.
My cousins and I still quote that movie a lot, though its even less PC now than it was back then. “Now THESE are Vietnam Jungle Boots! They’re great for…” Back in the day we would scream that shit at each other, now I’d cringe so hard I’d probably pull a stomach muscle.
I remember going from “I totally get this guy” for the first half to “oh…crap, this guy is actually a nutcase shithead” by the end.
He was actually much more sane than multiple characters he met on his way.
That movies was so good. I was a teenager with testosterone levels pushing towards psychopathy. I thought he was the hero of the story even after it was over. My mom (I guess correctly) thought he was the bad guy.
My cousins and I still quote that movie a lot, though its even less PC now than it was back then. “Now THESE are Vietnam Jungle Boots! They’re great for…” Back in the day we would scream that shit at each other, now I’d cringe so hard I’d probably pull a stomach muscle.