[h2]Gem – Arnold[/h2]
There’s one simple reason Arnold Schwarzenegger is the superior choice over Mark Wahlberg as a partner-in-crime and bloody-knuckled buddy in back alley brawlings.
He has no fear.
Throughout his films he’s overcome a gamut of adversaries without so much as batting an eyelid, without a hint of complaint. Alright, so the T-800 declares he needs a vacation. But it’s full of good humour, and if that’s the extent of his whining? I’ll take it! He swallows his fear and gets the job done. Arnold’s put up his dukes and cut his teeth on the full spectrum of the universe’s enemies: Predators, Satan, Batman, the T-1000…I could go on. Who’s Marky Mark faced? A foul-mouthed teddy bear. A corrupt mayor. A corrupt cop. A boxer. A sodding forest. Should I be in the midst of an almighty beat down, I wouldn’t want some trouser-dropping, spider-bowelled, ex-Calvin Klein model on my side! I’d want the guy who lowered the T-1000 into the steel!
On the other side of the camera, he endures the most insane of scenarios all because of his belief in what is right, his lack of shame or fear for his sovereignty. His commitment to snagging the Mr. Universe title was unrivalled. His training regime puts Wahlberg’s ab-enhancing routine to shame. His daily blended meals consisted of greens, eggs and drug dealers and he’d bench press with the World’s Most Obese Teenagers. Nothing stood in his way.
Sure, he got his housekeeper pregnant eschewing support from one of the country’s most powerful families. His autobiography published last year may have missed the eyes of an editor before it hit the presses, but he hasn’t suffered from its pompous tone. The badass film roles have continued to roll in. At the ripe age of 65, he shows little sign of slowing down in his continued pursuit of busting skulls. Scope out The Expendables 2 or The Last Stand. With news that Terminator 5 has bagged a writing team, it looks like he’ll be donning the leathers as the T-800 once more. Age to Arnold, ain’t nothing but a number.
In short: Schwarzie doesn’t renege on his belief. He romps through life on his terms and never quits. Even if it public opinion (and his autobiography) paints him as a colossal arsehole.
I’d rather be standing next to a bloodied, balding, machete-wielding Arnold whose life choices I seriously question…and be alive to fight another day; than share my last moments with Marky Mark. Arnie himself concludes this argument with great accuracy as kicker-of-Satan’s-fiery-arse, Jericho Cane: “You’re a choirboy compared to me, a fucking choirboy!”
Couldn’t have said it better myself Arnie.