The One and Only Son was home for part of this weekend. Man size now he is. Lord I miss my brood.
The Lovely Belle indulges us when the Man Child is home, and keeps herself occupied with her computer while we watch Chinese Martial Arts movies, replete with subtitles.
Sonage has a real knack for finding really good foreign films.
I had a really good day.
When a movie or television show takes a ridiculous turn that defies our suspension of belief, we have a phrase coined by Belle to bring us back to fold for the continuation of television enjoyment.
The obvious trip, the dropped gun, flying over rooftops on 5mm aircraft cable, unending shots fired from a six shooter, getting kicked in the head multiple times only to rise again with nothing more than a trickle of blood from the corner of the mouth, etc., etc, etc.
"It's in the script".
This evening, we were watching "The Good, The Bad, and The Weird". An Asian movie, set in the 1930's, for which the script was cobbled together from "The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly" with a bit of "Raiders of the Lost Ark", a minor amount of martial arts and a lot of shooting along the lines of "Free Range".
It got to the point where the Man Child and I were calling out what was going to happen next based upon the aforementioned movie plots.
We were having a grand time. Then it came. The main character had ridden through miles of desert on a motorcycle, having nothing left in his kit whatsoever arriving at the location of the "Treasure".
He begins to dig. With a shovel.
Wait! What? Says I. He didn't have a shovel!
Sonnage brought me back to the fold with the family meme in shorthand.
"It's a Script Shovel"
Back to my television viewing enjoyment.