True Grit: A Movie Review

I am listening to a My Morning Jacket concert on NPR.  It is damned good and is sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer.  ?!?!?!?!?  I had no idea.  I may start drinking that again.  It was the beer I drank early on when I first started drinking beer.  My father drank it.  I haven't had one in. . . thirty years.  I didn't know they still made it.  I will buy a six pack tomorrow and see.  I remember it as one of the sweet beers, practically Canadian.  But I will try it just because.  The concert is good (bad quality, though).  I'll try to find the link and post it here for you.

Since I posted my "review" of Woody Allen's "Paris After Midnight," I have climbed to #3 on the Google search list for "Paris After Midnight Review," and #9 for "Paris After Midnight."  Many hits.  I don't think they will return, though.

I had dinner with mother tonight.  Terrible disappointment.  I told her that I would grill salmon or pork tenderloin, whichever she wanted, but she said she already had the salmon and to come to her house.  Great, I thought, her turn.  So I stopped and got a good bottle of Pinot Grigio and some Stella and was ready to feast.  I wrote her early in the day to make sure she had Wild Alaskan salmon as the rest was farm raised and not worth a shit.  She wrote back and said that was what she had.  Good living, I assumed.

So when I got to her house, she was making salmon patties.  The empty can of Wild Alaskan Salmon sat in the sink.

"What the fuck, mom," I said, biting my tongue immediately but not terminally.  "Jesus Christ, what the fuck!"

No amount of cursing was going to change dinner, though.  Salmon croquets and overcooked vegetables.  Sometimes there is nothing for it.  It is just hillbilly all the way.

"Is that for me?" she asked when I pulled a Stella out of the carton.

"Oh, you bet, mom.  You bet.  Later you can have some of this really nice bottle of wine to go with your (fucking) salmon patties."

To make the evening palatable, I bought "True Grit" for us to watch.  Well . . . I pushed the button to buy it which will show up on her bill.

"I've seen this already," my mother told me.  "It's O.K. though, go ahead."

You know the rest.  She saw "True Grit" on TCM a while back.  She watched as the movie began.  No John Wayne.

"Maybe I haven't seen this."

So the Coen brothers did a wonderful job on this one.  O.K.  O.K.  I'm about six months too late.  It doesn't matter to me, though.  All I have to do is title this piece "True Grit: A Movie Review," and I will get a thousand hits.  Maybe they will get a kick out of it.

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Oh, my. . . after writing this post, I checked my traffic and found that I've moved even higher on Google searches for "Paris After Midnight."  This might come back to haunt me in some way.  Hmmm.