It's also a movie that, if you grew up with it, you probably quote twice a day at this point without realizing it. Just an absolutely brilliant script. Good enough that you've seen a man's repeated crimes and incarcerations, a couple's entire courtship, and marriage, their failure to conceive and the hatching of a plan, and you haven't even seen the credits roll.
And, of course, the theme song, Way Out There, one of the most instantly recognizable movie soundtracks I can think of that wasn't the work of Johns Williams or Barry.
Jamie and I are Childfree or Childless Americans or whatever you want to call it, but that doesn't men we don't like the childrens. We just want them to not be in our home 24 hours a day. Or to touch our stuff. This April, Steanso and Aimers are welcoming their own little Nathan Jr.. It's a blessed event and all that, but as HI is stressing over Dip-Tet tests and saving for the orthodonture, the stuff played for comedic effect is kind of much funnier. It doesn't hurt that I've been watching all of y'all go through this, one after another.
Of course, that kind of makes me and Jamie Gayle and Evelle Snoats in this scenario. I suspect this makes me Evelle.
So, we'll see if Jason starts to feel the pressure and returns to his old ways with arrival of The Wee Baby Seamus (as we've insisted on calling the baby until he arrives), but I'm not sure Austin is ready for that much bad guitar playing.
Anyhow, y'all don't need me telling you how good this movie is. And I don't have the energy to write up anything about the deeper themes of the movie. You guys can ponder than on your own.
But I guess I'm on a bit of a Coen Bros. kick.
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...and when there was no meat, we ate fowl and when there was no fowl, we ate crawdad and when there was no crawdad to be found, we ate sand.
You ate what?
We ate sand.
Okkaaaayyyy then.
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