Showing posts with label Sleepless in Seattle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sleepless in Seattle. Show all posts

Saturday, April 26, 2008

... and things that make Matterdays bawl like a big baby.

I know, I know ... this is stilted, and contrived, and superficial, and overwrought ... but in that hyper-1950's way that makes it all okay. With the Super-8 film look and not-quite-realistic colors. It's like a moving Polaroid.

Please ... EVERYBODY gets a little misty-eyed watching this. Everyone human, I mean. If you haven't seen this movie or don't know the story, spoiler is below the clip.


*umm ... how do I post an "after the jump" link on Blogger?*


Okay, the spoiler for those that don't know this movie:

Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr meet on a cruise, and both have pretty Significant Others. But, in this era of overwrought romanticism, they fall in love with each other ... and agree to meet at a later date at the top of the Empire State Building (because it's impossible to miss) if they still have feelings for each other and want to be together. Cary Grant shows up, but Deborah Kerr doesn't ... because as she's rushing to try to get to him, and looking up at the building, she is hit by a car and is paralyzed.

She doesn't want him to know, because she doesn't want him to feel sorry for her - and doesn't want to see him until she can walk to him - so she goes on with her life, teaching music to underpriveleged inner-city children. Yes, this is one of the contrived parts.

Cary tries to continue to be a painter (umm, art - not walls), remembering her urgings - and those of his aunt, with whom they spent time while abroad - and finally he stumbles across her, and somewhat bitterly delivers his aunt's shawl to Deborah, as his aunt wanted her to have it after she died. He has no idea that she was in an accident until ...

Watch.

I'm such a sappy geek.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Sleep-blogging.

I've been awake since 3:30 this morning (it's now 5:00) ... how silly. It's not that I'm not tired - I desperately want to go back to sleep, but I know I'll just keep rolling over, keeping Scott awake and getting kicked out of bed by Kali The Amazingly Large and Resilient Puppy. So I'm blog-surfing and listening to the cats chase each other around the house.

I just found this personal slogan generator at Blogography. I'm not sure how good my new slogan is for my self esteem. I'm thinking a new agent could get me a better ad campaign:






Your Slogan Should Be



Matt. What's the Worst that Can Happen?






Let's not answer that.