I watched the movie Hondo, a John Wayne oater I hadn't seen since high school.
It's not my favorite movie, and if you're going to watch a western with John Wayne, this is one of them. It also stars Geraldine Page, who was apparently the wife of Rip Torn and a well known Broadway star. It's Apache v. the white folk with a bit more of a sentimental streak for the Apache, even as the movie ends with everyone agreeing "well, that's going to be about it for The Apaches."
By and large I recommend skipping this one and going straight to The Searchers.
I also watched parts of several Lifetime and Hallmark Channel holiday movies, but watched the better part of something called The Mistle-Tones, which was not very good. It did check off the boxes of an over-worked single person finding romance, someone who loves Christmas too much, a dead relative who also loved Christmas, Tori Spelling and one of the girls from Sister, Sister.
This morning I got up from going out last night and having a drink called an "Orange Whip". I was, of course, very excited about the Orange Whip, because for twenty years, thanks to this scene, I've wanted an Orange Whip.
Well, I drug myself out of my post-Orange Whip evening and found the 1980 classic The Blues Brothers playing on cable.
Blues Brothers is one of those movies that's probably not, technically, the best movie, but it's nonetheless a great movie. Terrific walk-ons from legends of American music, great gags, and the best car chase to ever occur in any movie, ever...
The deadpan delivery by Aykroyd and Belushi is legendary, and it's a terrifically quotable film. If you've not seen it, see it. f you've seen it, you know of which I speak.