Meatball And A Movie

I had pasta today, sauce from a jar. I'll have the leftovers next Sunday. Sunday is traditionally 'Meatball and a Movie' day (Donna's phrase). But when I took my Netflix disc out of its sleeve, there was a big crack in it. Darn. However, I fiddled with my computer and figured a way to watch British television stations. So I watched a murder mystery set in Wales.

Today is our meatball and movie day. We're going to watch JoJo Rabbit. We've been working our way through the nominated movies.

 ... so the food fits right in.  We will sit down to a delicious plate of spaghetti and meatballs, then watch a movie. Maybe we'll take a walk as well.

Sunday is our spaghetti and meatballs and movies day. We're planning to watch a western double feature; The Magnificent Seven and Unforgiven, with sweets and coffee during intermission.

The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes, 1970, written and produced by Billy Wilder and I. A. L. Diamond, and directed by Wilder, starring Robert Stephens, Geneviève Page, Colin Blakely and Christopher Lee. Donna and I are pretty easy going about our Sunday matinee. For one thing, we watch after Sunday dinner, so we're a bit drowsy and anything we watch is good enough. This movie seemed to veer off on silly tangents that didn't hold my interest. Usually I'm quite accepting of silly tangents, so these went out of bounds. Still, in my recliner, stomach full of spaghetti and meatballs, it was passable.

On Sundays Donna and I have spaghetti and meatballs, eating at our table overlooking the neighborhood. It's easy to make and fun to enjoy it together. Then we watch a movie, sometimes two. Yesterday we watched True Grit, the 2010 Coen Brothers version that sticks very close to the Charles Portis novel. This was our third viewing. I like it better each time.

Donna and I are going to have our usual Sunday dinner. We buy pasta, a jar of marinara, and some store-made meatballs from Whole Foods. So the only thing that needs to be cooked is the pasta. We heat up the marinara with the meatballs and then ladle that over a plate pf pasta. It's just spaghetti and meatballs, but it's very tasty and satisfying. We serve it with some bread that we get from our neighborhood baker, Jim at Bosque Bakery. Then we'll watch one or two movies, with an intermission for coffee and sweets. Phone Call from a Stranger, 1952, directed by Jean Negulesco, starring Shelley Winters, Gary Merrill, Michael Rennie, Keenan Wynn, Evelyn Varden and Bette Davis. A real stinker.

Going to the   movies   after spaghetti and   meatballs . Dinner at Eight, a 1933 film, was screened at the revival/independent theater in the Knob Hill neighborhood. And it was a presentation of the Albuquerque Film Society, which shows a movie a month for most of the year. So it's a hard core film fan audience and always an enjoyable time. The next showing is going to be composed of early shorts starring Keaton, Arbuckle and Chaplin.