My affection for B (and C and Z) movies is no secret. And so you will not be surprised at my joy in the in-progress Daily Mole seminar on The Cinema of Patrick Swayze*. Crucial excerpt:

Though he is invariably haunted, the male B-movie lead cannot really be said to have an inner life, because he works ceaselessly at projecting everything he is feeling–through his face. Many b-movie actors build entirely satisfying careers out of just one expression (Keanu Reeves: How confused am I in this scene? Harrison Ford: How constipated am I in this scene?), but Swayze’s face reaches a five-octane range in this tour de force performance: confused, bemused, tender, mad, real mad.

I am evidently a renegade: though I have deep affection for all elements of the Swayze ouvre, my very most favorite is Point Break, closely followed by everyone else’s favorite, Road House.

*I know Mister Husband loves me because he forwarded this to me.