Point Break

How can you not enjoy a movie where the female love interest has the shortest hair in the whole cast? Patrick Swayze is some sort of B-movie god. Every damn movie he's in has a terrible, terrible premise and always ends up being worth the effort. He wants the ultimate rush. Damn it, he's the legitimately cool version of Bill and Ted.

This film shows nearly a full butthole. Johnny Utah is in the pantheon of all-time great film names. Despite living nowhere near a surfable beach, I have adopted Swayze's philosophy on life and have started carrying a surfboard around.

Bodhi, this is your fucking wake-up call man. I am an F, B, I, Agent! That's good times. It's a great movie despite the horrible acting and plot that didn't make much sense. It's great watching Keanu try to stammer out a line and deal with his knee injury. The character names in this movie are great: Johnny Utah, Pappas, Roach, Babbit, Alvarez, Archbold, and who could forget Tyler?

"Let's surf!" "No, let's rob a bank!" "No, let's surf!" "..." And there was much rejoicing.

At the end of the day, you'll look back on Point Break, and you'll really want to tell people you liked it. You will. I swear. However, this little voice in your head is going to kick in and tell you to shut up. This is common sense. Listen to it. Keep the fact that you like this movie to yourself.