A quiet Saturday. I bought some books, I did some writing, I went for a walk. And this evening I watched True Grit, which, while maybe a little dated at times, has John Wayne at his best and most John Wayney. I particularly liked this exchange:
“When’s the last time you saw Ned Pepper?”
“I don’t remember any Ned Pepper.”
“Short feisty fella, nervous and quick, got a messed-up lower lip.”
“That don’t bring nobody to mind. A funny lip?”
“Wasn’t always like that, I shot him in it.”
“In the lower lip? What was you aiming at?”
“His upper lip.”
I’m interested to see what the Coen Brothers do in their upcoming version.
Ah, John Wayne movies. How I love ’em. Rio Grande is my favourite.
I’ve seen very few of them, just this, The Searchers, and The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance.