“I caught my first tube today … Sir.”
Keanu Reeves, master of mellow, runs into the only man in this universe more blissed-out — sun-bleached surf god/bank robber Patrick Swayze (RIP) — in Kathryn Bigelow’s high-octane thriller.
A buddy comedy where the main guys can’t really be buddies, since one is an FBI agent, the other a career criminal, Point Break knows it’s kinda stupid, and embraces that feeling.
You have a character named Johnny Utah, this might not be Shakespeare.
And I’m OK with that.
Sometimes you just have to catch the (cinematic) wave and ride it for all it’s worth.