Wild Horses in Fear is the best use of music in a movie
There’s a point when a boy becomes a man. And that point, for Mark Wahlberg’s character in Fear, happens when he’s on a rollercoaster with Reese Witherspoon*.
More important than Wahlberg getting to third base on top of some dirty rollercoaster was the fact that while this occurred, possibly the best song choice ever was playing. Wild Horses by the Sundays. It was the perfect amount of drama. Intensity. And softness. Not to mention the perfect amount of awkward if you went to see the movie with your parents. I didn’t – somebody probably did though.
Having such a sweet moment with such a sweet song probably did two things for the fictional couple:
- It certainly helped Witherspoon feel less cheap/slutty and more classy and in love
- It had to make Wahlberg feel really smooth and awesome and tough
Well, as we all know, after that moment, things really fell apart for the two soul mates. Their break up flies in the face of the old Chinese proverb that states “Those who do stuff on sick carnival rides together, stay together.” Wahlberg freaks out and starts punching himself and carving stuff into his chest and then he dies or something. I’ve never actually seen the whole movie, just a couple parts.
But now, I do have to admit, I’ve never done anything like that. Making out in disgusting bars set to Journey’s “Wheel in the Sky” is probably the closest I’ve gotten – but don’t let that stop all you young sociopaths out there. I also should point out that most of my experiences on roller coasters involve disgustingly fat people that are wet with a mixture of sweat and residual moisture from a water ride. It makes getting in the mood difficult.
Forget the moment I’m talking about? Give ‘er a look:
Do you know a better song for becoming a man? Find me a better combo than the one featured in Wild Horses.
* Side note for discussion: If you’re Reese Witherspoon are you pretty embarassed that you were in this horrible movie?
Horrible film? It was a brilliant film. I feel as though this was my initial start to showing my vast acting abilities. Also, I would like to point out the superb performance of my co-star, Alyssa Milano. She was dazzling in her role with the unforgettable line, “You are my only friend!” Marky was as intense as ever who is such a method actor that he was physically hitting me in most scenes.
I am appalled at you stating your opinion so bluntly but I do appreciate the focus of this article showing how fitting and memorable the song and scene were.
To my understanding, mark wahlberg only got to second base (which encompasses the above and below the belt “heavy petting”).
I became a man, a ‘real man,’ during an episode of Wife Swap I watched while reading this post. Actually, I watched it simultaneously while writing this comment. What I learned about myself, and others that live in California, is a man is not defined by his favorite purple shirt, rainbow earring or the amount of time he allows a baby calf to suckle his fingers. Nor is a man defined by the tears shed alone in his room or by the whipped cream water slide he prepares for the neighborhood boys. A real man is born in the midst of all these things – similar to the scene in The Lion King when that monkey lifts that little cat in the air while standing on a cliff.
I will never forget the day I became a man. It was almost as memorable as my first period.
Hakuna Matata
Dan, apparently you didn’t see the movie. Reese got finger-banged on the rollercoaster. It was pretty obvious.
Frank
i have seen the movie on multiple occasions, the point of my previous post was that using the Standard Base System, the finger bang should only constitute a “double”. If finger banging is third base, that only leaves home plate. And we can all appreciate that the next logical base after the stinky pinky is the old skin flute concerto (aka oral sex). And my friend, that is certainly NOT the last stop in the ball park. So Frank, either your familiarity with the geometrics of a baseball diamond is a little off, or your sex ed/ anatomy teacher failed you drastically. Either way, i am sorry you got confused.
In summary: first base=tongue kiss
second base = manual stimulation above and below the belt
third base = fellatio
homerun = bumping uglies/ carnal gymnastics/ (or for Frank’s benefit, the insertion of a penis into a vagina)
Dan,
Touche. Frank, sorry for your miseducation. I was with you until Dan’s post.
Del Toro