Saturday night we were watching AMC...& just happened to see that the last part of:
Such a good movie. John Wayne is fantastic. And funny. And he saves the day.
It's very uplifting. Even though one good guy does die, and there's a rattlesnake scene.
I can deal with that.
The next movie to come on was:
Hmmmm. Robert Redford. 1972. Mountain Man. Iz said he'd seen it before, and it was good.
We'd watched about half of it when I started to get a bad feeling.
So I leaned over and asked him, "Hey...they all live, right? Jeremiah, his wife, and the little boy? Nothing happens to them, right?"
And here's the important part.
Iz says to me, "Yeah...they're all fine in the end."
2 minutes later the wife and boy were scalped.
My jaw is hanging to the floor...the kids are all upset...and my husband says,
"Oh. My bad."
My bad. Really? I like happy endings. He said there was a happy ending.
Actually, I think I said he sucked. Double sucked.
They should just spell it out in the title. Not 'Jeremiah Johnson'.
It should be 'Jeremiah Johnson...bitter, beleaguered widower...don't get attached to anybody.'
My crummy movie mood didn't improve when I found out there was no
on last night. This makes two weeks in a row.
I realize I've probably been lucky it's stayed on this long. But I have this weird fascination with how BAD it is. The last episode was about a murder in the roller derby, for crying out loud.
Good thing there's still Food Network.
Although after today, who knows. I got my Comcast bill last Saturday...and it had gone up by $45! Oooooooh, notsofastmyfriends.
That's one phone call I need to make today.
The next one is to the vet...Romeo and Lola are due for their check ups.
Not sure how I'm going to get Romeo there, as he has recently decided to be a car sick cat, and barf every time he goes for a ride. Joy.
On that lovely note...enjoy your Monday! :)