Vacation indeed. Badou could definitely dig it. His eye widened to comical proportions and wouldn't ya know it he even dropped his fork to get ready for the hand gesture/flail to come.
"You...you're shittin me, right? Towards the end there he was in some really good shit; this one he was a former assassin an his daughter got kidnapped an instead'a cryin' an goin' along with the ransom y'know what that motherfucker did? He called the kidnappers right back an swore to hunt 'em down an fuck 'em up. An he totally kept his word! It was so damn hard boiled!" Enjoy the enthusiasm and ecstatic gestures that get a bit carried away, but he's having fun babbling so there's that. Downtime between jobs and recovery time from various injuries gave him plenty of time to sit and veg out with movies. "There was this other one where he was freezin his balls off on a mountain or somethin' an fought this huge ass dog. Not as hard boiled but rugged enough." Fighting a dog for the last beer, he could definitely relate.

Badou blinked owlishly once, twice, eyebrow cocked. He hadn't seen that part past the little boy and the....awkwardness. A guys' potential fetishes wasn't his business. "Yeah I bet it was real. Touchy feely. So he attacked somebody? Sounds like a firecracker, that on-" The most ominous pause followed. A fly could have farted in that moment and all would be heard. Possibly mortified, Badou finally spoke. "Y-you've never seen Braveheart? With Mel Gibson?"