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Sometimes they have duels.
She suggests a movie. They watch. He counters with another, to one-up her. They watch. And vise versa. Certainly not the worst domestic war to be waged; at least they watch good movies in the process.
(At eat popcorn or bake cookies and pastries for the occasion, and snuggle up together like two birds of a feather on the couch. It's certainly not the worst domestic war to be waged at all.)
Recently, she suggested Gone With the Wind, a classic which Simon later described as an "overbloated, overlong, overdramatic piece of American cheese with no nutritional value whatsoever." She threw a cookie at his head and suggested he come up with something better.
So he came up with Doctor Zhivago*, after which she conceded that it was, indeed, a great film.
But she still liked Gone With the Wind better. So it goes.
A classic which the Typist describes as an "overbloated, overlong, overboring piece of British Epic Cinematic Dramuh that nonetheless has great cinematography and a beautiful score." The Typist also goes on to say she would tap Maurice Jarre's music any time.