Grumpy Old Men

The interminable rivalry delicately strewn with intermittent trust, effectively laidback with chaotic eruptions effacing moments of inspired tranquility. 

They grew up together as envious children and both lived their lives in the same small town, never venturing forth across the land but rather obsessing about local change.

One grew up to teach history and had a steady job for many a year, the other fixing broken down televisions at a time when that was still quite profitable.

In retirement, they quarrel and fish and keep a close eye on the slumbering block, their children stopping by to visit at times with vivid success stories and marital dilemmas.

Compulsively nickling and diming they dynamically forge economic blockades, the intricate precise observant conversation correspondingly generated with grouchy gusto.

When a beautiful belle aging in years suddenly moves in across the street.

With new ideas and jaunty bold reckonings.

Seeking companionship. 

Vehement magnitude.

I wonder how Grumpy Old Men has viscerally aged for the last thirty years, is it still talked about in film-loving circles or has it faded with the passage of time?

It was incredibly popular in the early '90s when it first came out, since it showcased well-known cantankerous belovéd old school household names.

Walter Matthau and Jack Lemmon had brilliantly dazzled for many a year, especially in a well-regarded film my father loved known as The Odd Couple.

It's younger audience had aged since then and was in their twilight years when Grumpy Old Men came out, a brilliant bit of industrious casting also to be found in the Terminator films.

They deliver the curmudgeony goods and directly excel at provoking one another, with agile learnéd indelicate remonstrance wildly engaging in diligent bemusement. 

Are these films really just the subject of history choosing which films to watch is different these days?, with Netflix etc. eclipsing television the old school references may be somewhat archaic.

But information is available online for the curious film buff looking to learn more.

We didn't have Wikipedia thirty years ago.

Academically complemented with online encyclopedias. 

Mystic Pizza

Three friends brought together through the healing power of pizza, lament relationship woes while waitressing one Summer, a mystic parlour facilitating their love as they ponder the years ahead, a caring matron (Conchata Ferrell as Leona) supplying warmth and compassion, and perhaps one day, her coveted secret recipes.

Sprightly Jojo (Lili Taylor) has been asked to wed by the reliable Bill (Vincent D'Onofrio), yet she's still not ready to embrace adult responsibilities.

Directionless Daisy (Julia Roberts) is sought by a carefree plutocrat (Adam Storke as Charles), whose rebellious ways have encouraged discontent and paternal reprimands.

Dependable Kat (Annabeth Gish) is heading to Yale and earning some extra scratch babysitting beforehand, the pervy father (William R. Moses as Tim) of the scampy child full of related scholarly advice.

As males and females attempt to pair bond competing rationalities resound.

Starlit swoons, incensed shenanigans, and whitewashed criminal activities ensue, Mystic Pizza enlivening two traditional and one disturbing romantic scenario/s, with the light dreamy distress of ill-tempered young adult conflict.

The film excels at commentating on bucolic realities without appearing as if it's doing so, the crowd cheering as Jojo airs grievances, a positive review potentially leading to increased business.

The secret recipe for Leona's eagerly devoured pizza perhaps sheds light on the tumultuous nature of the film's l'amour, inasmuch as its tantalizing details are only known by one successful entrepreneur, who also happens to be happily married.

Perhaps it subtly introduces this unknown yet prized mysterious factor, to evoke that the secret to maintaining a long-lasting relationship lies in exotic spices clandestinely applied, to predictable routines, suggesting each couple seeking to spend their lives together must cultivate their own specific spices, in order to one day consistently dine, on soul sustaining, reliable za.

Or burgers and fries perhaps.

Of course, for those who aren't conjugally attired, there's the sure and steady unaltered motivating self-sustaining idiosyncratic impulses that improvisationally choose random novel cherished inspirations.

As rewarding as the daily paper, or a glass of red wine before bed, sometimes Dale Cooper's daily treat is just something you love to do every day, regardless of wedded or solitary bliss, that for some reason never grows tiresome, and endearingly augments daily tasks accomplished.

Hot mustard perhaps?

The traditional clad in multivariable fuze?

There has to be a mutual understanding to at least try and make things work.

If you're so inclined.

As many people won't dispute.