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Gone in 60 Seconds (feat. Nicolas Cage)

Gone in 60 Seconds starts with the longest opening credit sequence of all time, just to give us just a little taste of the swell cinematography to come. Kid A is really freaked out by what a badass Kid B is. Kid B is scared of nothing and steals cars and gets into terrible trouble. Kid B is scared of Kid C who is exponentially more bad ass. Brace yourself, Kid D is worse and Kid E is even worse than Kid D. This film is about Kid Z, played by Nicolas Cage. His name is Randall and he's a retired car thief, running a go kart track. His little brother (Kid B) is played by the same guy who was Phoebe's brother on Friends, only he has a dirt stache and chin pubes. This was the look to have if you were going to be a badass in the year 2000. After all, I rocked the same look.

This movie is badass. Like the Matrix for people who love cars. This is the first domino is the endless stream of Fast and Furious films and ports of Grand Theft Auto 5. For a car movie, I don't think the car chases were that good, often just cutting from something exploding to Randall looking intense behind a steering wheel. Was the acting bad? Yes. Is the script cheesy? Yes. Is the premise far fetched? Yes. It doesn't matter. The makers of this film otherwise achieved what they wanted, amidst the forever changing the world as we know it.

Let's rank these Nicolas Cage Films.

1. Raising Arizona
2. City of Angels
3. Gone in Sixty Seconds
4. Matchstick Men
5. The Family Man
6. The Croods

A good looking Honda Civic

 

When we moved into our current house, I thought perhaps the neighborhood was too boujee for me because our neighbors owned (not one, but) two fresh Honda Civics. I thought they would likely cry about how loud I rock and how often I clean the cat box. For no great reason, I've always associated fresh Hondas with class climbers. I was walking around somewhere and found this old Civic, looking awesome. One time I saw a Civic on the high way and I could have sworn it was from 1990. Like a tall drink of water, yet aging like a sharp cheddar.