Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man

Mickey Rourke and Don Johnson squeeze the most out of their charismatic power as the titular outlaws, embodying American rebelliousness as they ride around on their motorbike and hog while engaging in a class struggle with corrupt capitalist villains.

The film admirably displays its middle finger to political correctness, as our anti-heroes light cigarettes in every scene and unleash a volatile cocktail of combat skills, crude jokes and undeniable camaraderie during their outlandish quest. Vanity directs the visual mayhem with gusto.

Despite the paucity of plot, nostalgia critic Roger Ebert rightly praised its ‘goofy exuberance’, which remains in abundance as our rebels bust shit at the drop of a hat alongside Chelsea Field's feisty femme fatale in a film that knows full well it's a trashy cult product.

I can't help but unabashedly love this 90s bomb for its poor entertainment value and for evoking simpler action ideals. Great bad movies make for the best good times.

Upon release, the $20 million action film grossed a respectable $21.4 million at the box office. Proving that a sizeable audience was hungry for silly fun during the dark ‘blockbuster era’ of cinema.