Last night I was sifting through the stinky Wednesday night television offerings when I came across West Side Story. (Winner of 10 Oscars including Best Picture in 1961, I learned.) I'm ashamed to admit that I have never seen West Side Story. I loved it! But I didn't commit to watching the entire movie, which is based on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, until Lynette assured me that no one dies in the end. Then along comes Chico and his fucking gun.