On a separate note, heroes come in big and small packages. The world needs more heroes. Ramsey is very likable, humble, and honest, and I really don’t mind the media blowing his story out of proportion. The seldom get anything right anyway.

He did the right thing, definitely, I just don’t think it rises to the level of heroism.

Oh, wait… I have a life and don’t have time to monitor every move my neighbors make.

How is he going to know for sure that all the bro are out of the house, or that they won’t come home while he’s breaking into the their house. They might conceal and carry for all he knew.

Think about it. How much do you know about your neighbors? How much do you think they know about you?

I suspect the answer to both questions is “not a much as you think”.

I still wouldn’t call him a hero.

He had no idea what was waiting for him when he broke into the house. For all he knew, one of the other brothers was in the house getting a gun to stop the intruder.

Note. I do agree “hero” is thrown about a little too casually. But in this case, I think it’s appropriate.

http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/the-hairdressers-husband-1990

After a fetish-inducing haircut with a buxom elderly barberess, a young lad declares at the family dinnertable that he’s going to marry a hairdresser, after which his father slaps him. That’s actually the best, funniest scene in the movie. After that, it’s literal cinematic wanking as a middle-aged European nebbish without the charm of Woody Allen somehow marries a young, alluring hairdresser, then spends his days in the back of the shop leafing through magazines (probably so the pages won’t stick together) while she cuts other men’s hair in slow motion and we’re treated to montages of combs plunging into those containers of colored liquid like symbolic cliff-divers into the ocean of deeper meaning.

**Spoiler Alert**

If I remember right, the existential ennui of the Euro-cinematic ethic finally gets to one or both of them, and one or both of them jump off a bridge and die, either separately or together. But does it matter? Because we all die alone. Especially while sitting through this movie.

Fun Trivia: Michael Caine missed accepting his first Academy Award because he was on set filming Jaws: The Revenge.

Prometheus was ridiculous, but I’m a sucker for great Art Direction. And while the story was overly ambitious and lacking and poorly executed, and I totally accept those who write it off as a steaming pile, Arthur Max’s production design was SICK! SICK, I tell you! That film *looked* gorgeous and had a unique and distinctive look.

Body of Evidence: My friend (who is from Portland where it was filmed) and I *love* to make fun of that movie. “Have you ever seen animals make love, Frank? It’s intense. It’s violent. But, they never really hurt each other.” Such bad dialogue! And there’s one scene where Dafoe drives across “one” bridge, but, if you know Portland, or even if you don’t, and just watch, it’s so obvious that they’re using two or three different bridges! Madonna looks like a kewpie doll when she’s having sex, my friend jokes.

Thank you for this.