Donald Trump’s favorite movie is Jean-Claude Van Damme’s ‘Bloodsport’
In 1997, Mark Singer wrote a lengthy profile of Donald Trump for The New Yorker, which, among other things, contained the revelation that one of Trump’s favorite movies is the 1988 Jean-Claude Van Damme vehicle “Bloodsport.”
Singer was traveling with Trump aboard the latter’s private 727 jet, which he described as being expectedly gaudy, from its “solid-gold fixtures” to its leather-cushioned bidet, when they settled in for an in-flight movie. First came the 1997 film “Michael,” but Trump quickly roundhouse-kicked that idea:
We hadn’t been airborne long when Trump decided to watch a movie. He’d brought along “Michael,” a recent release, but twenty minutes after popping it into the VCR he got bored and switched to an old favorite, a Jean Claude Van Damme slugfest called “Bloodsport,” which he pronounced “an incredible, fantastic movie.”
It comes as a somewhat less than shocking news that a man whose election rallies have featured wild punches, choke slams, pepper spray, kicks, and more punches, would grant a hokey film about a no-holds-barred martial arts tournament a special place in his tiny heart.
What’s more, it seems that Trump enjoys fast-forwarding through the parts of movies that he finds boring, which in “Bloodsport” seems to have included everything but the pec-rippling fight scenes.
Cruelly snubbed for Best Screenplay at the 1989 Oscars (“Rain Man” won), “Bloodsport” features memorable lines like “Once you step out of the sunlight into the narrow corridors, it’s time to protect your nuts, guys.” But Trump wanted pure action.
Thirteen-year-old Eric Trump, who was also on board, manned the remote.
As Singer writes:
By assigning to his son the task of fast-forwarding through all the plot exposition — Trump’s goal being “to get this two-hour movie down to forty-five minutes” — he eliminated any lulls between the nose hammering, kidney tenderizing, and shin whacking. When a beefy bad guy who was about to squish a normal-sized good guy received a crippling blow to the scrotum, I laughed. “Admit it, you’re laughing!” Trump shouted. “You want to write that Donald Trump was loving this ridiculous Jean Claude Van Damme movie, but are you willing to put in there that you were loving it, too?”
What’s that? A flicker of self-awareness from the man himself as he imagines a less-than-flattering profile being written? Well I’ll be van dammed.