A Room of One's Own

Two things I love

Turner Classic Movies' 31 Days of Oscar and TiVo. I am going to need to take a day off work to watch all of this. But really, what sits in my TiVo is so glorious.

Currently, I am watching Purple Rose of Cairo. Classic Woody Allen. The cameo of Diane Weist as a prostitute is genius. Mis Farrow's line, "I met the most wonderful man. He's fictional, but you can't have everything," is fabulous. I also have lined up either recorded to ready to record:

Broadway Danny Rose (at least Hollywood appreciated Woody Allen)

La Dolce Vita

To Catch a Thief (God made Cary Grant and women thanked him. Dear Lord, how we thank you)

Sunset Boulevard

The Last Picture Show

The Hustler

Anatomy of a Murder (Jimmy Stewart. Alfred Hitchcock. I could not be happier)

Inherit the Wind

The Philadelphia Story (Could be my favorite movie. Ever. Why? "Hello, friends and enemies!" "Oh C.K. Dexter HAAAAAAAAven!" "You look fine." "I feeeeeeel fine."

Network (referenced 82 times in the Pilot of Studio 60)

Philadelphia (Tom Hanks is the a modern day Jimmy Stewart. Enough said)

Barefoot in the Park (All Neil Simon touched is gold)

The Big Chill

Tootsie (I remember watching this as a kid on HBO with my parents. Over and over and over)

Murder on the Orient Express

Prizzi's Honor

The Way We Were (I do love Barbra, but this one is for Gilda)

Sabrina (only Humphrey Bogart could make us love a man named Linus)

Funny Girl (I'm from Long Island, it's not my fault)

That only takes me through Valentine's Day. It gets better. And that's only one channel.

I love big gay musicals

West Side Story is the greatest musical. Everything about it is perfect. Music by Leonard Bernstein. Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Choreography by Jerome Robbins. A Shakepearean love story. What more could a girl possibly ask for?

I love the grandeur of the production. And, I love that no matter how many times I see it, I still cry like a baby when Tony dies.

It happened again

I got completely sucked in by Hugh Grant again. This time is was Two Weeks Notice. I'm beginning to think I have a problem. Is there a Hugh Grant 12-step program?

Here's what I've realized: I'm a total sap. Completely and totally a sap. I love mushy movies. I live for them. If it's a romantic comedy that ends up in some fabulous moment shared by a couple who has spent the last two hours torturing each other or themselves in the name of love, I am so there. Now, one would think that a nearly divorced woman such as myself might be just a tad bit bitter. Bitter does not become me. I remain the idealistic optimist.

The only problem that this creates is that it may perpetuate the problem Mia Farrow had in The Purple Rose of Cairo which she sums up by stating, "I've met a wonderful new man. He's fictional, but you can't have everything." Do these men actually exist in real life? Is it wrong of us to watch these movies and hope that there is some man out there that is that wonderful? Are we setting ourselves up to be let down? Are we setting men in our lives up for failure? I hope they're out there. I would hate to think the good ones just don't exist and I'm not willing to give up hope.

These are the questions I ask myself after sitting in my living room after yet another Hugh Grant movie has left me all weepy.