‘Road House’ Review: Jake Gyllenhaal Brought Back Testosterone to the Patrick Swayze Classic – Esquire

Ive always wondered what taking steroids would feel like. Ive taken oral steroids (for chronic eczema, narc), and they felt pretty nice. Like a cup of coffee brewed with a lock of

Okay. All Im trying to tell you is that Road Housethe remake of Patrick Swayzes 1989 cable-rerun classicis not only extremely good but its also so honest-to-God thrilling that it gave me the steroid thoughts again.

The Doug Limandirected Road House debuts on Prime Video today. If youre unfamiliar with the original and you watch it now, its very much a they-dont-make-movies-like-this-anymore movie. Swayze plays a bouncer named James Dalton, who is notorious for his ability to rid any dive bar of scumbags, wanderers, and brawlers, no matter how formidable. A honky-tonk bar called the Double Deuce pays him a nice wad of cash to make it a knife-free joint. Eighties-action-movie antics ensue. (Karate, mansion-dwelling villain, dialogue via one-liners.)

The 2024 remix stars Jake Gyllenhaal as former UFC fighter Elwood Dalton and swaps Missouri for Hemingway countrythe Florida Keys. The general outline remains intact: A tired-of-this-shit bar owner (now played by Jessica Williams) extends a job offer to Dalton, so he rides into town. There, he buddies up with the owner of a local business, romances a doctor (Daniela Melchior), and draws the ire of some local goons (Conor McGregor, Billy Magnussen, and Arturo Castro, among others). The film is one massive brawl; roughly 70 to 80 percent of it features someone in extreme bodily pain.

Jake Gyllenhaals Dalton is bug-eyed, shifty, unnervingly charismatic, tatted up, and armed with zingers.

Now, I was ready for this general sequence of events. I was not ready for everything else. Road House stuffs so much macho batshittery in its runtime that beyond relapsing the steroid thoughts, it captivated me (Im...ashamed to admit this?) in a way that only Killers of the Flower Moon managed to in the past year.

How? Ill tell you. First of all, the movie opens with Post Malone in a cage match, pulverizing someone who definitely does not drink as much Bud Light as Post Malone, to the tune of a Post Malone song. Also, Mr. All Too Jackeds tragic backstory is that he was a UFC fighter who roided out a little too hard in public. (But he did magically stave off cauliflower ear, which might explain why he never fell into a deep depression.) Plus, Road Houses 114 minutes feature, in no particular order, so many glimpses of Conor McGregors bare ass that I lost count, a so-on-the-nose-I-snorted Florida-gator moment, and a villain who firmly passes as Joe Burrows doppelgnger. (I will henceforth refer to this character as Joe Burrows Id.)

One more? Its the kind of film that has a character named Mr. Big Dick. Our introduction to Mr. Big Dick:

People who know me, they call me Dalton.

Oh, well, the people who know me, they call me Mr. Big Dick.

You think this line is a bit of eighties cheesehis name is Jack, surelybut then people who know Mr. Big Dick start casually referring to Mr. Big Dick as Mr. Big Dick.

Mr. Big Dick!

I fucking loved it.

I could talk about Limans Edge of Tomorrowquality set pieces, or how much Joe Burrows Id improves upon the originals forgettable antagonists, or the fact that McGregor is a genuinely compelling screen presence. (Swap him for Dakota Johnson in Madame Web and its a hit. Imagine!) Really, I left Road House thinking, This is how you do a remake. It never seeks to replicate the 1989 film, nor does it chase the a-ha! line, moment, or reenactment thatll give the diehards of the original a boner. Admirably, no one ever tells Jake Paul-Gyllenhaal, I thought youd be bigger, because it wouldnt make any damn sense. Hes five times the size of Swayze! When Road House waxes nostalgic, it feels like youre taking a welcome yet not terribly impactful backroad to familiar territory.

Conor McGregor was made for the screen.

That said, the movie truly succeeds because of Gyllenlegdays deliciously manic performance. If we learned one thing from Soloas much as I love Alden Ehrenreich!its that its damn near impossible to successfully channel an iconic actors defining role. (Not that Patrick Swayzes throat-pulling Dalton is his greatest role, but still.) Gyllenhaal clearly said, Im not doing Patrick Swayze! Im doing Jake Gyllenhaal! His take on the character is bug-eyed, shifty, unnervingly charismatic, tatted up, and armed with zingers. (Im talking about the Reddit-troll variety of quips. Think Aaron Rodgers during a Pat McAfee Show appearance.)

Turns out that thirty-five years down the road, Road House is exactly what its predecessor is: a they-dont-make-movies-like-this-anymore movie. Whens the last time you saw a hard-R blockbuster that kept your attention for more than fifteen minutes? Or such a big, bold, goofy, non-Oscar-baiting performance from an A-lister? Its a gem in a field of superhero gloop. Considering this version of Road House didnt even see a theatrical release, I encourage you to watch the shit out of it, so we can at least get a Road House 2 someday, and maybe even more films like it.

And for the record? I was kidding about all that steroid stuff. But if you see me walking around Brooklyn with a gator tattoo on my left bicep, well...thats real.

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'Road House' Review: Jake Gyllenhaal Brought Back Testosterone to the Patrick Swayze Classic - Esquire