Set to the 100% recognizable, hip-swaying goodness that is Flight Facilities, Sam Rockwell shows us exactly how to get down. Disclaimer: I've been in love with this man since first seeing him play adorable villian, Eric Knox, in acclaimed hit-film Charlie's Angels. lols. But in all seriousness, this man is priiiiime. Static from a mysterious boombox witnesses his fairytale transformation from dissatisfied middle aged schlub (as if they could really make him an ugly duckling though) into suave Rockefeller fellow who kicks, spins, and taps the years of grime off a greasy diner counter, in the process, nunchucking a rubber chicken for all it's worth, showing off his versatility with a couple tricks on a lasso, before finally pulling out an umbrella in a sort of ode to Gene Kelly's Singing in the Rain. All in all, what can I say but please love me, Sam Rockwell.
My gift to you: the dance scene that has been dropping panties worldwide for, gasp, fifteen years now. Important things to note: rose toned pimp glasses and preference for Coke over Pepsi. For reference, the track is Pharoahe Monch's Simon Says.
xx, a Christina revisiting Christopher Walken
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