My friend Ivan has referred to Ice Station Zebra as the manliest movie ever made because it stars Rock Hudson, Ernest Borgnine and Patrick McGoohan. (It also helps that there are only two women in the movie, and they're both extras far in the background of scenes that don't last thirty seconds near the beginning of the movie and you wouldn't even notice they're there at all unless you're specifically looking for them, which I was).
I have to say, I didn't understand a lick of it. Something about something going wrong at a military base in the North Pole and planes not being able to rescue them due to inclement weather (blizzarding!) so having to get there by submarine.
There was a lot of submarine jargon, military jargon and Cold War jargon and I couldn't follow any of it because those are areas in which I have no expertise.
On the other hand I enjoyed the movie on a shallow level because there were plenty of shots of Patrick McGoohan smoking cigarettes, standing around, being stoic, shouting, explaining things, trying to save a guy from drowning, getting hit in the face with a crowbar, hugging Ernest Borgnine, breaking stuff, wearing a giant furry coat, trying to keep Rock Hudson from asking too many questions and just generally looking foxy. And that's all I really rented the movie to see.
Now I'm off to figure out when the hell the term "foxy" entered my vocabulary. (My guess: It's Rob Zombie's fault, 'cause the second I typed it the song Foxy Foxy started running through my head.)
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