Over the course of this week, an ungodly amount of movies have found themselves communicating their messages and warm fuzzies through the new flat screen in the Barganier living room (we recently upgraded from the 12 inch box that served as more of a radio that a visual aid). My eyes are weak and tired from staring at that brain freezer and rightfully so; but it has been nice to sit and do nothing for five wonderful days.

The older the film, the more I love it. Actors from the yesteryears are classic as are their talents. They seemed to be able to do it all-sing, dance, be theatrical and each one was as graceful as the next. Hair was silky and skin dewey; Women were milky white (and it was pretty) while the men glowed as if they just walked off a cruise ship with their tan colored flesh. Nightclubs had a different meaning with big bands and elegant gowns and lots of gin in crystal tumblers. Romance was associated with dancing cheek to cheek to brass and strings...something I secretly wish my generation appreciated as our grandparents did.

If I could gain the onscreen characteristics of anyone in entertainment I would want a little of Audrey, a little of Lucy, and a lot of Vera Ellen.

These posts seem to grow more dreary every day. I hope they are not boring you to the point of pain as they are me...