The first movie my dad (Richard, not Robert in this case) took me to see was April 2, 1982. It was the infamous Chuck Norris slasher/kung fu flick known as Silent Rage which I’ve written about before: here.
Chuck Norris was kind of connecting point for my dad and I, as A Force of One starring Chuck was one of the first movies we ever rented when we got our first VCR. Spectrum aired Breaker Breaker, and it was probably the first movie that we ever watched together on there as well.
Were these movies good? No.
Ha ha, no.
although Silent Rage will eternally hold a place in my heart because of its extreme bizarreness, killer score, excellent secondary cast, and the fact that I got to sit next to a man who fell asleep because it wasn’t the movie he thought it would be. I think the snores that he emitted were louder than the film itself. I’ll Never forget those moments at Kenosha’s Lake 1 and 2 in 1982.
These elements, in a way, cinematically at least, go hand-in-hand with pops. Whatever Chuck became in the political arena in recent years, he piloted action cinema of the early 80’s and my dad had admiration, being a boxer himself, for Norris’ skills. This all acted as a bit of a bonding material when Dad stepped into my mom’s life 40 odd years ago.
Today I’m reflecting on that with Norris’ recent passing and the anniversary of Rage’s release.
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