AMC showed True Grit this afternoon. I decided to watch it, since the Cohen brothers' new re-make of this classic is currently in the theaters. I thought that instead of being introduced to the film by Jeff Bridges and an actor I can't stand--Matt Damon--I would take this opportunity to learn about it from the cable channel famous for being one of the last repositories of John Wayne.I loved it. John Wayne showed us why he is the American original in cinema that he is. And Glenn Campbell didn't do too badly either. After watching it, I'm not sure I will pay money to the theaters for the Cohen Brothers version, even though I've watched most of the rest of their movies. I really wish they hadn't selected Damon to be in this latest work.
I'll probably let Pam rent it from Netflix to watch it.
I decided to cook up some tortillas while we were watching it. We just picked up some white cheese at Baker's the other day, and I was anxious to warm it up and make some nachos this weekend.
Normally the cooking duties fall on Pam for our meals. When she cooks, the smoke alarm sometimes sounds, since our kitchen doesn't have a range with an exhaust fan. I always kid her when I come in to help fan the alarm, "I guess my woman's cooking again".
This time, though, the alarm sounds while I'm cooking these tortillas. Pam opens the windows, and helps fan the alarm. "Damn", I said. "Doesn't this stupid smoke alarm know when a man is tending to the cooking duties?"
"Yes", said my baby. "That's why it's going off."
