Father's Facination with Makes Absolute Sense
-El Guapo's Blast From the Past-
My father used to rent Charles Bronson DVDs from the local video store...in the long long ago, before and Blockbuster ruled the entertainment universe, back when the tiny corner video store had the beaded curtain leading to that mysterious back room. It was a simpler time. It was a magical time. It was a time before BlueRay and HD, before you could download anything to your iPod because there was no iPod, instead you had a brick-sized Walkman cassette player that ate the ribbon (which you tried to save by spinning a pencil in the spokes). It was before telephones came with more features than a Swiss Army knife. It was before reality TV. It was a time when folks chose between VHS and Beta, not PC or Mac. Charles Bronson represents an age when the drinks were sweeter, the air was cleaner, and buildings were made of cotton candy.
And, for all the Chuck Norris commotion in recent years, try Karate chopping a bullet aimed at your head, my friend...Bronson takes a back seat to no one. My dad was on to something.
Enjoy the above video and take in classic some cinema...