I think Road House is probably the most comparable movie to Harley/Marlboro, because they both have unbelievable over-the-top villainy, the violent death of the best friends of the protagonists, absurd macho posturing, hilariously (intentionally??) bad dialogue, cartoon violence, and professional wrestlers in the cast (I guess Terry Funk was too old for this one, but they got Big John Studd to fill in nicely). It's appropriate that they used wrestlers in the cast, because you'll see that this movie could, in fact, be a running plot thread for the WWE. If you told me Vince McMahon wrote it, I wouldn't be surprised for a minute. The protagonists are a biker (Mickey Rourke as Harley Davidson) and a sharpshootin' rodeo cowpoke (Don Johnson as the Marlboro Man). A biker and a cowboy could easily be a WWE tag team. 

Where to begin? Our heroes have a good friend, an elderly father figure, who is about to lose his road house, which is trapped among skyscrapers in the middle of a future Burbank. The suits want to tear down the iconic watering hole in iorder to erect another bland skyscraper. The lovable geezer's lease expires in two weeks, and the bank wants $2.5 million cash for a new five-year lease. There's only one way our penniless heroes can help. They have to rob that very bank to pay off the lease - the same thing you or I would have done in their shoes ... er ... boots.

They rob an appropriate armored car, but are immediately confronted by two surprises:


So now they have to work a deal where they trade the drugs for some cash. The bulletproof guys do the swap uneventfully, but they show up at the road house a few minutes later (turns out they planted a homing device in the money), and they kill everyone in there except Rourke and Johnson. This means that they slaughtered four of our boys' best friends, including the beloved geezer who owned the Roadhouse. Now the boys are pissed.

They escape from the bulletproof guys by jumping 15 stories into a hotel pool in Vegas, while the Kevlar Korps rains down machine gun fire from the roof into the pool. Did I mention that Harley and Marlboro got to Vegas in the luggage compartment of a jet? Macho guys don't worry about any of that sissy cabin pressure stuff. They kick Bulletproof Baldwin's ass in an airplane graveyard, thus earning them the right to take on Mr Big, the multilingual banker who runs drugs for a living. Well, Bigster is just about to have them killed by some spare bulletproof guys when an armed helicopter shows up outside Big's office window and blasts away with the forward cannons, destroying all the windows and everything in the office, and killing the last of the bulletproof dudes. I didn't make that up. The lads did have $2.5 million dollars, after all, so they hired a helicopter to blast away. As movie luck would have it, they found a helicopter pilot who had no qualms about flying up to the window of a bank CEO and slaughtering everyone in his office.