Action Movie Night

It was a pretty tough task narrowing down the 3 films that featured in my ultimate muscle movie night. This has already caused much debate amongst friends, some of whom have vowed never to enter into bicep talk with me again *sob*. Whatever. The final 3, for me made the grade for the following reason:

PURE UNADULTERATED BEEF CAKE

So here are the movies guys and I'll illustrate my reasoning:

First off, Cliffhanger

Followed by Die Hard II

With Terminator (controversial I know) ending what was a gripping evening

OK OK, of course there is more to an action movie than brawn, (explosions, guns, car chases, bare knuckle fighting) but these guys are the ultimate heroes because of their absolute commitment to the body.


IMBD's Best Action films are poor. They suck terribly in my opinion - this may be because the word ACTION in my mind conjures up something totally different.
See for yourself: http://www.imdb.com/chart/action

What do you rate as the ultimate action hero/film?

I'm revisiting Rambo, Robocop and checking out Predator for my next installation of action, all whilst I wait impatiently for this:

OMFG!

Muscle Beach

I was 9 years old when I visited Venice Beach and I was utterly compelled by the interesting folk that hung out there. I was convinced I had met the REAL Madonna (her Erotica era) not once questioning why she needed $10 out of me, I was bowled over by the skateboarding bull dog and so desperate to find Pamela (my Dad telling me to join the line). But it wasn't until I encountered Muscle Beach that I discovered what was at the very heart of this amazing place - body definition.



The guys lifting weights and flexing pecs was extreme and my response (completely normal for a 9 year old) was that I wanted to become the wife of a body builder, (mum telling me to get in line)

A little older, and with a different perspective on a potential future husband, I've turned my attentions to the Muscle Beach of the 1950s, where guys and gals not only pumped iron but held impressive gymnastic displays.



And holy crap they looked HOT, building human pyramids nearly two stories high and muscled men tossing beautiful women through the air. If you want to see more pics from this fabulous era in body building and tumbling then check out Harold Zinkin's book Remembering Muscle Beach it's a real treat.

And to get me all excited about my impending trip to LA, what better way than to watch 60s movie Muscle Beach Party

Arnie

Having been a fan of Arnie's film career since I saw him in Twins, I turned my attention to the days when he was better known as the Austrian Oak. I'm now totally addicted to oiled men flexing and straining in speedos, I can't walk past a Holland and Barrett without salivating over the Whey Protein model.


There is no better way to begin than with the man who took the Mr. Olympia title SEVEN times. SEVEN TIMES PEOPLE.

Arnie is the ultimate bodybuilder for me:

57 inch chest: CHECK
Dense and defined back: CHECK
Apollian physique: CHECK
Sharp abs: CHECK
Sexy accent: CHECK

I mean I could go on.

But compared with the bodybuilders of today, Arnie really does stand out. I mean who would place Dorian Yates, a freaky, bloated gut and roid-loaded overdeveloped body in front of Arnie?



Nope didn't think so.

The Golden age of Bodybuilding is where it's at for me, the likes of; Richard Baldwin, Chris Dickerson and George Eiferman and Arnie. Those guys had class. And body, not just in physique but also in their moustaches.