Bangerang, Rufio!

I’ve blogged before about great tragedies in American cinema, but I think I overlooked a major one: the death of Rufio in Hook. Just imagine for a second that you're in his situation. You’re hanging out, staying forever young and having a pretty awesome time when one day your best friend and leader decides to ditch you and chase after some euro trash girl named Wendy. Instead of completely losing it, you step up and hold the other lost boys together in the face of almost insurmountable pirate army odds. Then, one day thirty years later, your friend randomly shows up again and everyone just takes him back after a few days, pretending his emotionally abusive ass never left. It all reminds you of a bad Lifetime movie, but being the awesome guy you are, you eventually forgive him too. Despite your big heart and awesome multi-colored, multi-tiered mohawk, you get stabbed in the chest by a man with a bad mustache and one good hand.

Add to that the fact that since Hook came out fifteen years ago, Dante Basco has largely been shunned and relegated to guest roles on bad TV shows and a recent T-Mobile commercial and this becomes one of the biggest shames in cinema.