Watching The Fugitive (‘93) with my family.
My spouse thought us up some chocolate donuts, with some of those little sprinkles on top.
We followed up the chocolate donuts with sprinkles on top with scrambled egg sandwiches for dinner. Like the sandwich Harrison Ford constructs in The Fugitive after shaving his beard off in the hospital. Because we like our theme nights here. Even if they’re kinda random.
What makes The Fugitive so good is it’s about two profoundly competent, driven characters whose goals begin diametrically opposed and flip to being aligned.
That arc — from “I didn’t kill my wife / I don’t care” to “I thought you didn’t care / Don’t tell anyone” — is just so satisfying.