I am watching Lonesome Dove. People are dying left and right. Five minutes of boozing and yukking it up, and then someone gets shot, hung, whipped, or fricaseed. Sentimental music. Tears for a minute or two. Then back in the saddle. Repeat.
In the last couple hours five guys have been hung, four have been shot and two of them burned, one had a spear thrown through his chest. Another got whipped. Three people got scalped. I know. This is classic western stuff. Good acting. Beautiful scenery. Lots of pretty horsies. But I have had just about enough here.
Breaking news: Angelica Houson’s husband just bit the dust.
Two arrows in Robert Duvall’s leg now and his buddy is following a ghost through the desert. Robert Duvall just got his leg amputated from the knee down. This is beginning to remind me of that scene in Monty Python:s The Quest for the Holy Grail – you know, the one with The Black Knight?
Ah geeze. And now Duvall has blood poisoning and he’s not looking so good…
Honestly, I think I’d rather watch this:
Ah. That’s better. 🙂