In the 80s, film directors knew how to make a good movie – grab some guy that can bench press a small utility vehicle, give him a enough guns and explosives to outfit an army, throw a whole heap of vaguely foreign looking people at him, and watch the blood fly. Add in some tits, maybe some ninjas, and a super bad ass villain, and you have a blockbuster hit on your hands.
All was right with the world.
As those of you coming down off a 3-week long crack binge can attest, there is a big difference between reality and fiction.
And not just for us crackheads – you might be surprised that this phenomenon effects regular, ordinary people as well. TV and movies have led us all to believe that our number (as a species) is up, and it is only a matter of time before we all bite the big one in one of several ways.
Unfortunately, you can’t believe everything you see on TV.
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…unless you want to see Viggo Mortensen’s junk.