Drink Balance by Heath Dolan (red blend)
The Good, The Bad, The Ugly is my favorite movie of all time. Everyone here and there I question my film hierarchy, thinking that I may have romanticized my TGTBTU viewings, and that it could be knocked down a peg (possibly Blade Runner or 8 1/2 dethroning the king). Then I will pop in the Sergio Leone magnum opus, revel in its glory, nod my head and realized that I was a fool for thinking it was not holiest of holies.
After the release of Django Unchained, my sista’ asked me what my favorite Quentin Taratino flicks were. I responded that Pulp Fiction was basically his 1-10 best movies, then the rest followed. Since then, I have had a very TGTBTU moment. Was I judging this classic too much on thoughts of yore? Tonight I had a hankering for Pulp Fiction right around the time the Bulls were ready to start their match against the OKC Thunder. I decided early on that if the game was looking bleak, I would pop in Pulp Fiction and watch the Bulls game on my second TV, sans volume.
Turns out, that was the way to go, as the Bulls laid another turd and Pulp Fiction proved to be as glorious as I remembered. Both of the two events took about as long to cash in on my preconceived judgments as I assumed. The Bulls went down by double digits around the same time as Jules wanted to take a bite of a tasty cheeseburger, had I started them simultaneously. The most obvious difference between the two was the drop-off in entertainment as the two progressed.
Pulp Fiction is a complete masterpiece and the Bulls are a mess. That is about all I got right now.