If you were a professional bowler, what would you engrave on your ball?
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. . .here are my thoughts.
If you were a professional bowler, what would you engrave on your ball?
Every action film featuring a jungle setting seems to have bad guys on motorcycles—donned in black from massive, alien-looking helmets all the way down to polished military boots—chasing and shooting at the protagonist(s). Such is the case in The Lost City. Reminds me of the saying:
“Like a motorcycle chase in the jungle.”
Okay, it’s a maxim I just made up. Although, I’m not sure what the implication or meaning of this adage would be. Perhaps that’s the point. Some things portrayed as normal or correct in films are monumentally stupid, dangerous, or just plain unrealistic. Unless there’s an extremely well-defined path—void of all protruding roots, gopher holes, fallen trees, fornicating animals, etc.—those helmets are going to get put to the test. As we discovered in The Lost City, helmets don’t help when a motorcycle goes over the edge of a massive cliff. I suppose the noggin may be somewhat preserved even though the rest of the body ends up as ground beef. The head may even become decapitated. Tattoo “Motorcycle Chase in the Jungle” on that bad boy and hit the lanes.