When I published my T For Terrific Challenge post, I made it an interactive one, promising to select one entry from those who gave me a T-word and a prompt, and write a post about it. Susan Leighton over at Woman On The Ledge was the only one who actually did that, so she wins(?) by default.
Click on the link to her site and ask her why she would do such a thing. I guess I have to go through with this. Since she’s a Woman On The Ledge, if I reneged, she might jump.
She submitted the word ‘tacky.’ Tacky??! I could write about tacky all day! I have lots of inspiration. I could go on at great length about the Kardashians or Donald Trump! Why not?? They do!
Then she slipped the fine print to me. It had to be about cheesy B-grade movies of the 80s. Oh, what an embarrassment of riches! I wanted to do a piece about Clint Eastwood. From Rowdy Yates on TV’s Rawhide, to talking to an empty chair, Clint has been quite a character over the years, both onscreen, and off.
I had hoped to write about his spaghetti westerns, but those were in the 60s and 70s. I’ll have to go with his Dirt Harry series to get the correct decade. It doesn’t matter. They’re indistinguishable. Like the remaking of the Japanese ‘Seven Samurai’ into the American western The Magnificent Seven, they are all morality plays.
Everything is black and white. The Good Guys are always good. The Bad Guys are evil, and Right always prevails. The only difference is that Clint’s character ‘Makes America Great Again’ through the application of justice with a Colt .44 Magnum handgun, instead of a .45 caliber Peacemaker.
The overall theme is to be respected, but the presentation means that each movie contains enough cheese to make me a big plate of nachos. I once watched a network broadcast of, “I know what you’re thinking. Did he fire six shots – or only five?” where the network censors edited out two gunshots to reduce the total violence, rendering the line ridiculous.
The 80s was also the decade when Clint did a couple of Any Which Way But…. movies, where he played second banana to an ill-mannered, incoherent, bright orange orangutan. This should have been good training for dealing with the recently-crowned inaugurated, Emperor President Donald Trump.
Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen, another composition proving that I have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about, and couldn’t generate interest with Doctor Frankenstein’s lightning-rod apparatus. Don’t blame me! It’s not my fault! Susan made me do it! 😳