If you don’t start dramatically prancing around your living room before recklessly tossing your body onto the nearest piece of open furniture while crooning in the lustiest, huskiest voice you can muster after watching Marlene Dietrich perform “The Laziest Gal in Town,” smack dab in the middle of Alfred Hitchcock’s Stage Fright (video below), then switch the movie off immediately.
Stage Fright clearly has nothing to offer you. Stick with Psycho.
For months now, MG and I have regularly observed a Friday night tradition of homemade pizza and movie-watching at Chez Tv Food and Drink. It’s become such a ritual that I generally start mentally nominating film contenders and potential pizza toppings as early as the Wednesday before. All the necessary ingredients are in-house by Thursday night, and if the selected film can’t be found via DVR search or on the living room shelves, an expedition to local DVD retailers is commissioned until the required title is smoked out and bagged.
And all of that happens before I even get to the cleaning of the house. The living room must be in perfect order. Throw pillows appropriately placed. Stray books, sneakers, and electronic gear stowed away. Aquarium cleaned and filled. Glass tabletops free of all smudges and rings. Curtains opened so the lights from the balcony candles are able to reflect their charm into the window panes. Ipod turned on to the “Cocktail Hour” playlist featuring over 500 of my favorite lounge tunes, exotica, and Bond soundtracks.
And my OCD goes double for the kitchen. Countertops must be scrubbed down and free of any unnecessary appliances. Dirty dishes are washed, dried and put away. Cutting boards set out along with all appropriate knives and the rolling pin for the pizza dough. By the time MG arrives from work, I have the entirety of that night’s pizza built and ready to hit the oven. Then together we count three, hoist up the pie via the slice of parchment paper underneath, and transport it onto the pizza stone, which has been heating in the oven at 500°F for no less than thirty minutes. Once the oven door is kicked closed, I make our drinks and we head to the living room to discuss the day for the next 12-18 minutes until it’s time to slice up our dinner, kill the lights, and start our movie.
Pizza and a Movie night – hardly a new concept, though I don’t know if anyone in the history of Pizza and Movie Nights has taken it as seriously as I do.