Tremendously tremendous is the way that I would describe the 1991 classic (not cult, just classic) Point Break. Encapsulating one of the most preposterous plots ever conceived, starring Keanu Reeves as an FBI AGENT! named Johnny Utah, and featuring the dreamy surfer sun-god / bank-robbing mastermind Patrick Swayze, by all rights Point Break should be on the forgotten heap of 1990s action bullshit with Terminal Velocity and others of such rotten ilk.
But it is not so. Point Break lives. And so it should, forever. Elevated beyond the trash heap into the realm of pure-mind-mindfucking-awesomeness by its stars and, chiefly, its director, Kathryn Bigelow. Back in the 80s and 90s, Bigelow honed her skills on highly underrated horror and action and sci-fi films before becoming one of the best directors of the 21st century. One of those films was Point Break.
The reason we are remembering the success of Point Break is because, very soon, that legacy is going to come under threat. Last weekend the first trailer for Point Break was released. Like all good things, Hollywood must look back upon that which is great and then ruin that good thing. This time, Point Break will get the 2015 overlay of glossy distance as dumbfuckery, where superstar athlete FBI agents give speeches about how the bad guys are superstar athletes adventure-bank robbers, too, and they gotta go mountain climbing.
These are not the ways of Johnny Utah.
Here is the new trailer. Watch it, and despair.