The coolest thing about being Canadian is being tacky (and giving things titles like I did this post). Every time someone remotely famous passes through our air space, those plastic sycophants on eTalk Daily will find a way to glamorize it. And if someone Canadian actually makes it anywhere doing anything, if their backwater hometown doesn’t name a highway or mall after them, then we’ll stamp their name into a Toronto sidewalk because we really are distinct from the celebrity-obsessed-world-super-power neighbour.
For these reason (and others) the government gives tax breaks to studios that churn out cliched crap so long as 51% of the people involved in its making were Canadian. Apparently, making second-rate imitations of what Hollywood was doing 5 years ago shores up our cultural identity, and that’s why we get to watch flicks like Bon Cop Bad Cop. It’s so Canadian because it features hockey and both official languages.
But, unlike Hollywood that tries to cover up that they’re using cheaper Canadian labor and filming in Montreal, Bon Cop Bad Cop actually took place here. This made us all feel good because now even the movies shot here are in both official languages. In your face T-dot — it had to be some internet-porn-geek that came up with that abbreviation.
Anyways, one of the many Montreal landmarks that made it into the film was Spurs Country Bar. It was the bar where one of the cops almost got his ass whooped until he dramatically persevered and then stuffed the perp in the trunk of his car. I’ve never been in the place because it’s along a strip of St. Jacques known for its hooker motels and used car lots, but I’ve heard stories. In any case, here’s a picture that makes it look authentically country-western because it advertises a live band.
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