Live From Mommyville

A couple of days ago I unearthed a box of old video tapes--old movies I had taped years and years and years ago. I was kind of excited. So last night I popped one in. My husband was in the same room on the computer, deeply involved in what surely must have been an intellectually challenging game of hearts. About 10 minutes into the movie, he stopped playing and swung around in the chair to watch. After a few more minutes I heard kind of a grunty, "Hmm." He kept watching. After a few more minutes he said, "Hey, this seems like it has quality. What's this called again?" Boom Town. Pretty soon he'd moved over to sit next to me on the couch, remarking on the cleverness of the dialogue.

I like old movies, especially comedies from the 1940's and 50's. There is clever dialogue and innuendo that relies on skillful writing and timing rather than bare skin and marathon lip locks. And the people are just so beautiful. One of my absolute favorites is The Philadelphia Story, starring Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn--which combines all the elements listed above.

Anyway--we enjoyed the movie and it brought my husband out of his computer induced coma.