OK film fans it's Friday night and the air is just right for drinking (now that's a random film quote!). And since I'm about to get my drink on, we're gonna make this short.
Swingers is the seminal film that, for good or bad, unleashed both Vince Vaughn and "you're so money" on us. At the same time it revealed the talents of the writer and co-star, Jon Favreau, and the director, Doug Liman. While Favreau gave us Iron Man and Liman gave us Mr. and Mrs. Smith (and thus Brangelina) Vaughn gave us uh, well mostly he just gave us Vince Vaughn. But I bring it up tonight because it remains one of the most entertaining and accurate representations of the American male in search of the elusive American female and the less elusive American Buzz.
Most of the scenes in this film feel like they could have been tailing me and my friends back when we were young and on the prowl. Ah the memories, the drives out into the boondocks in search of a great party, each in our own cars of course; the bar crawls and of course the inevitable "Boys in the Hood" moment. The Vegas scene, the video games before going out, getting shot down, par 3 golf played with a hangover and 2 clubs and a little diner action at the end of a long Friday night; I swear it's like watching a documentary. Of course none of us ever came up with a line as cool/cruel as "Business Class", hooked up with a Heather Graham look-a-like after a little swing dancing or left an epic failure of a voice message.
Like generations before us, time marches on and catches us all. Most of my friends are married now and their wives have joined the crew on Friday nights. And that's cool, it's what all those nights out carousing are for, searching in the dark for someone to calm your restless soul. Tonight I may not soothe my soul, but like the guys in Swingers, sometimes it's just as good to hang out with your crew. Besides, this place is dead anyway man.
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