A genuinely cult film is one by accident, by mistake, by euphoria or by simply being sacrilegious. The only rule that keeps it standing is its resistance to being digested by precisely some rules.
Road House tells the story of a nightclub bouncer (a bar) with the unlikely mission of delivering justice. It's not Koldo, the one with the masks, but Gyllenhaal. He is a professional wrestler with a sad past and a disillusioned philosopher with a complicated present.