We watch television most every night, kicked back on recliners, with salads and hot tea in hand.
Al Pacino as Sonny, John Cazale as Sal, and Chris Sarandon playing the crazy gay guy, Leon, a role that I had forgotten since my last viewing ages ago.
Of course, Sal ends up with a bullet in his forehead, and Sonny winds up in cuffs. Sal got the better end of the stick, a clean, swift demise, which got me thinking about death.
Just last week we watched Sea of Love, which also stars Pacino and is also set in New York City. Pacino’s love interest here is not the gay Sarandon but the spectacularly straight Ellen Barkin. Oh, mama!
She’s getting long in the tooth now, as we all do, but when she was young . . .
She was spectacular.
One wonderful way to die would be in my sleep, totally unaware, lost in an indecorous dream entwined in the lovely arms and lopsided smile of Ellen Barkin.
Now that would be heaven — and a death worth dying for.