Ten years ago, nuclear was the preferred waste. You could dump it anywhere! Now...everybody's a detective!
I absolutely love The Karate Kid Part III. I know you don't, but you should.
Why should you love it? Well, there's a lot of reasons, but most of them just boil down to 3 words:
Terry Fucking Silver.
Where the fuck did he come from? He feels like he's plugged in from some bizarro, unmade Bond film - so unapologetically villainous, so cartoonishly maniacal.
With his slicked back ponytail, his silk gi, his toxic waste dumping side business, his home dojo and business jacuzzi; he's awesome 80's bad guy incarnate and the heart and soul of everything that's great about this ridiculous movie.…