All Star Films

ChucksConnection.com Films

Now here’s a place where they have a whole list of movies featuring our favorite footwear on either the lead or supporting actors. The one to five star rating is replaced with chuck icons, and every movie is rated accordingly. The webmaster sometimes indulges these movies further with a description of the best “Chuck” scenes. Which parts had best visuals of the ergonomical shoe. A must indulgence. You can see Ice cube gleaming his beauts in Anaconda, Jason James Richter soaring in his chucks in Neverending Story III,  and every kid in the Outsiders conduct teenage animosity wearing the ultimate cultural icon. The list is just daunting in its length, which perhaps points us to one of the reasons why converse is entrenched in our society. While media may try to push many a thing we don’t always swallow, the fact is they have a widespread influence. Was it first the media, or were they merely trying to catch the wave of madness already spreading about the standard sneaker. We at Chuckverse keep trying to dig for that fundamental reason of Chuck Taylor’s unabated attraction from all walks of life. The utter magnetism of such a simple idea has captured our curiosity. Until we figure that out enjoy great Agent Cody Banks climb a wall, with the standard wall-climbing footwear.

Everybody Loves Baby Chucks

Have you ever gone through, for example, a grocery store and saw a toddler wearing a pair of baby Chucks? You know what I’m talking about, baby Chucks. They must be the most adorable thing you have ever seen. Tiny versions of your favorite Chuck Taylors in all different colors. Now that’s what I am talking about. Next time you see some baby Chucks, be sure to give props to the ‘rents that have such stylish kids. Spread the love in this Chuckverse. You know what it is.

Chuckerella: A Short Story

So get this.

I’m on eBay, salivating as I browse through the listings of custom Chucks.  I’m just passing the time away when suddenly I see them: a pair of low-top Chuck Taylor All-stars, golden glow, size ten, $15 new.  I black-out for a millisecond and look up at a screen saying “Thank you for your purchase”.

A week later and I get this knock at my door.  I hastily drop the old copy of Sports Illustrated: Swimsuit Edition I’m holding and fling the door open to see a UPS man with a handlebar mustache sporting a pair of aviators that are glinting in the sun.  He’s standing like a boss with his right hand behind his back and his left extended outward toward me holding a brown, boxed package.

I snatch up the box with a quick “thanks” and rip it open Hulk style.  Low and behold, I’m staring at the most epic pair of Chucks I’ve ever owned.  They smell like Taylor’s oughtta smell; the fabric is smooth and vibrant, and as I slip them on my quivering feet and tie those laces I swear that the power of the Earth gods flows out of the ground I’m standing on and is siphoned into my shoes.  Yet as I raised from my bent position to stand upright I am met with a peculiar sight.

There, on the ground at my feet, is ANOTHER pair of Chucks in the same style but WAY smaller than the glorious pair on my feetsies.  I realize that I am witnessing a miracle and I’m trying to figure out what it means.  My first thought was that somehow I rubbed my feet together with my Chucks on –which of course would cause both of my feet to orgasm simultaneously and thus produce some lil’ Chuck babies (Chuckies, if you will).  Then I just realized that the dude from eBay accidentally sent me an extra pair.

Now even though these Chuckies are epic, I know there is no way in hell that I’m gonna fit my gorilla feet in em’.  But being the true Chuck lover I am, there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that I’m about to abandon these babies on the street.

Outgoing mass text to all my female friends: “Free Chucks!”  24 replies.

Twenty-minutes later, my house is stuffed with enough females to satisfy Wilt the Stilt for a night and all of them want a shot at these Chucks.  One by one, each of the femmes desperately try to stuff themselves into the epic Chucks and one by one, they fail.  Big, medium, and even small women leave my house feeling like ugly stepsisters being rejected by a handsome prince.

Til up walks this one bad chick, let’s call her Zippy.  Zippy got game; she’s one of them real bad mamma jammas with an attitude to match her good looks.  She steps up to the Chucks, looks right into my eyes, and slips them shits on NO PROBLEM.  And in that moment, the cosmos aligned as we stood face to face in our matching golden glow chucks gazing deep into each other’s eyes.  We both leaned in for the kiss –I the handsome prince and her my princess- and right at the moment before our lips touch, she leans into my ear and whispers “thanks for the shoes Marcie” and walks out the door.  Tease.

I haven’t seen Zippy since then, nor has anyone else for that matter.  Some say that she met up with some musicians and is now producing beats for a secret underground rap society.  Others say that she set off as a lone wanderer of the American wastelands.  But I’m not worried about her.  Wherever she is, I know I’ll see her again –for the cosmos align but once in a lifetime and determine our fates.  And once two fates have become intertwined, nothing can separate their destiny: not even a new pair of Chucks.