I often find myself at a disadvantage when talking to my fellow man. There are a small set of topics universally recognized as awkwardness-killing icebreakers when chatting man-to-man,
and I, unfortunately, could hardly care less about most of these -- two of the most common being sports (I enjoy it as an excuse to drink beer and eat copious amounts of chicken wings, but have zero interest in team rosters or the complex mechanics behind the games) and Jason Statham movies (save for the Guy Ritchie ones, I always found them more dumb and predictable than the silly cocktail of carnage and ridiculousness that I prefer in an action flick). Thanks to The Mechanic, I now have one more thing to talk about with the average American male.
The Mechanic is a remake of a '70s Charles Bronson film of the same name. It's memorable for a lengthy dialogue-free opener where Bronson, a world-class assassin named Arthur Bishop, executes a target.
More after the jump...
and I, unfortunately, could hardly care less about most of these -- two of the most common being sports (I enjoy it as an excuse to drink beer and eat copious amounts of chicken wings, but have zero interest in team rosters or the complex mechanics behind the games) and Jason Statham movies (save for the Guy Ritchie ones, I always found them more dumb and predictable than the silly cocktail of carnage and ridiculousness that I prefer in an action flick). Thanks to The Mechanic, I now have one more thing to talk about with the average American male.
The Mechanic is a remake of a '70s Charles Bronson film of the same name. It's memorable for a lengthy dialogue-free opener where Bronson, a world-class assassin named Arthur Bishop, executes a target.
More after the jump...
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