Is Dom Rasso’s neck bigger than my thigh? I think so maybe yes. But then my neck doesn’t need to be that big. I’m not taking head shots from experienced fighters or running around like my hair’s on fire. Actually, Dom doesn’t do the burning man thing. The SEAL assesses threats and reacts with carefully timed evasion and counter-attacks. Kinda like I do sitting at this damn desk all day, but in a physical way. OK, yes, I’m jealous. What a cool job: breaking down Hollywood action sequences, recreating them and explaining why the techniques do or don’t work. For you! I mean, who knew . . .
that sliding across a Pledge-polished table to avoid submachine gun fire was a bone-headed idea? Of course, if you think about it . . .
The last thing I want to do is take an unknown in my environment [is to slide down a Pledge-polished table]. [I] might break, fall, get hung up on in a linear path. He’s shooting straight bullets at me. I want to be zig-zagging. I don’t want to be going in a straight line.
At the risk of inserting a homo-erotic connotation where there clearly
is one isn’t one, what are straight bullets? But zig-zag away from a sub-machine gun until the President of the United States arrives with a captured sub-machine gun to ice a terrorist antagonist? That I understand. Noted and logged. That and no pirouetting before a toaster strike.
Media Lab is fun, fast-paced and culturally relevant – although Predator was shot in the late Mesozoic period. It’s ‘Myth Busters’ for gunnies, both old (really old) and new. I pronounce it a hit.