Yeah, it’s Thanksgiving and we’re watching… The Godfather. Yep, the holiday classic that warms the heart and makes you, uh, glad to be alive? Maybe later, after the pumpkin pie, we can watch “24″ to make us glad that nobody tortures with electrodes and sharp objects. Of course, you’re not surprised by any of this if you happen to know that, in OUR family, “Die Hard” is considered a “Christmas movie.” Because the carnage takes place at Christmastime.
Yeah.
Può la vostra festa essere senza massacro.
(May your holiday be without bloodshed.)
Are you implying that there are people who DON’T think Die Hard is a Christmas classic???
Hi! Remember me? I hate to admit this, but we always watch re-runs of the Godfather! We’re “culties” of the film. Reminds us of home, since we are from Long Island, and I had an Italian grandfather.
I think that all male relatives of battered women should be made to watch The Godfather, especially the part where Sonny beats up his sister Connie’s husband after he batteres her.
The Women’s Shelter always sends someone to the Ministerial Alliance to talk to area pastors about woman abuse, and I always think, “Where are these battered women’s male relatives? Didn’t they ever watch The Godfather? Especially the part where Sonny beats up his brother-in-law and says, “You beat my sistah again and I’ll kill ya!”? They should.
Dawn,
So, you watch it during the holidays, too?? Strangely, this is comforting to know – LOL :D
I forget where I mentioned the Die Hard thing last year only to learn that, yes, Husband is not alone in calling it a Christmas movie. A woman of simple needs, the idea never stops amusing me. Prepare to hear about it again next year :)
“Where are these battered women’s male relatives? Didn’t they ever watch The Godfather?
Hi Mrs Grovine,
Interesting point that I’ve never considered before. I suppose I’ve never really explored the issue enough in depth, but now you’ve piqued my curiousity.
By the way, I think you have a fellow cultie in my husband. He’s hooked; it’s a little dark for me.
I couldn’t remember Connie’s husband’s name. Carlo…it was Carlo! I haven’t watched The Godfather in several months, and see? I can’t even remember the people’s names.