Movie Night

There seems to be a mini Paul Newman-fest going on over at the Instahousehold, and weirdly, blogging is not light over there. Absence of Malice gets a thumbs up from a reader. They don't make movies like that anymore, frankly, I don't think they can make movies like that anymore. Who today could open up a can of Whoop-Ass (sans firearm or martial arts wizardry) like Wilford Brimley? Nobody.