The Big Heat

We watched The Big Heat on Friday night ... a Fritz Lang vehicle for Glenn Ford to be a completely heartless bastard ... even Lee Marvin has more anthropomorphic qualities when he throws boiling coffee in his girlfriend's face.

Then on Saturday morning (while C went to yoga), I drugged Miss Fartsalot with formula and watched The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, a great movie that is too long by about twenty minutes. But it looks good and sounds even better and is almost all about character instead of the plot-driven engine that makes most westerns.

Okay, some more baby for Grandma ...