A theory and taxonomy of 1990s Dad thrillers.

This is a pretty cool essay, and dives surprisingly deep into the ginormous cheesebowl of one my fave genres of film. Which genre, you ask? Why the 90s Dad Thriller of course. A while back Max Read found himself at home on new born dad duty and hankering after some comfort food for the mind. He settled on a type of film he’d either seen, or felt like he’d seen, many, many times over.

As he explains:

If you're anywhere near me in age, you know the kind of movies I'm talking about: Movies set on submarines; movies set on aircraft carriers; movies where lawyers are good guys; movies where guys secure the perimeter and/or the package; movies where a guy has to yell to make himself heard over a helicopter; movies where guys with guns break the door into a room decorated with cut-out newspaper headlines. Movies starring guys like Harrison Ford, Alec Baldwin, Kevin Costner, and Wesley Snipes and directed by guys like Martin Campbell, Wolfgang Petersen, Philip Noyce, and John McTiernan. Movies where men are men, Bravo Teams are Bravo Teams, and women are sexy but humorless ball-busters who are nonetheless ultimately susceptible to the roguish charm of state security-apparatus functionaries. Movies that dads like.

Totes worth a lunchtime read.