Real Estate

Real Estate

…But not with Andy Samberg. I don’t even like that song.

As you read this, I’m cruising through the southern Caribbean with my family and my future Mrs. So unfortunately, my head’s not really in this one this week.

But since the picture is there, if you haven’t seen it, check out Cruising. It’s about Mr. Pacino portraying an undercover police officer who must infiltrate the NYC gay S&M club scene in the seventies. Infiltrate it deep.

Cruising is fantastic. (The actual boat thing, not the movie. The movie’s a solid 8 on the so-bad-it’s-good-o-meter). I just get to relax on a giant boat all day every day. There’s like 12 bars. All sorts of food. There’s even an ice rink and a movie theater. ON A BOAT!

The other thing about Cruising (the movie now, not the boat thing) is that it was way ahead of it’s time. No one had had the chutzpah to tackle this type of subject matter before Mr. Pacino and Mr. Friedkin. Very ballsy, both in subject matter and on-screen content.

I can’t get enough of cruising (both the movie and the boat thing). The only thing better than being on this cruise would be if they played Cruising in the movie theater. Holy shit.

One thing you have to be careful of when it comes to cruising (on a boat) is the places you get to visit. I ventured into the wrong part of St. Lucia the other day. Whoa buddy. But then later, I accidentally wound up in the nicest part of the island. It was beautiful. I told my dad he should invest in some land down here. He told me I was dumber than Steve Burns (Mr. Pacino’s character in Cruising) when he told the cops to look into Skip Lee as the possible killer. Then the cops made Skip masturbate in front of them. And he wasn’t even the right guy. Boy, was Steve’s face red.

But enough about Cruising and cruising. I’m gonna go play with some monkeys.

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View Comments / Jun 12.09 / Real Estate / by Alex Aloise