Every Dad knows: you gotta take out the trash.
What every Dad comes to learn: done correctly, taking out the trash is a vacation. A brief respite from the demands of family interaction, a chance to ever-so-briefly immerse oneself in a larger world.
Trash has value: spiritual and emotional value.
BLOODSPORT is trash.
It is eminently disposable and probably toxic, AND YET... for 85 glorious minutes, watching it provides the kind of Dad-cation that we glimpse on our weekly runs out to the curb. Join us as we drag our cans to the couch for Newt Arnold's 1988 Van Damme slam jam BLOODSPORT.
Every Dad knows: you gotta take out the trash.
What every Dad comes to learn: done correctly, taking out the trash is a vacation. A brief respite from the demands of family interaction, a chance to ever-so-briefly immerse oneself in a larger world.
Trash has value: spiritual and emotional value.
BLOODSPORT is trash.
It is eminently disposable and probably toxic, AND YET... for 85 glorious minutes, watching it provides the kind of Dad-cation that we glimpse on our weekly runs out to the curb. Join us as we drag our cans to the couch for Newt Arnold's 1988 Van Damme slam jam BLOODSPORT.