Sometimes, I forget how much I love old movies. My husband isn't one to watch and rewatch the same things (with the exceptions of Simpsons and Futurama reruns), and partway through most black-and-white or musical features, he tends to pull out his laptop and split his attention between the movie and his endless search for coupons (I mean, news... he's on the computer reading the news. Is that it, honey?) That's fine, for the most part, but sometimes it starts to irk me that he's not enjoying it enough to really watch. But last night, though his side of the bed was aglow from the computer screen, I didn't really care. I was too engrossed in Arsenic and Old Lace.
You see, I'd spent the weekend staying with a friend who is also an old-movie lover, and she'd mentioned that she'd had a hankering to watch the movie (of course she had; it's almost Halloween!), but we didn't get the opportunity to watch it together. And then I realized that I couldn't remember the entire plot; how did it end? Had I seen the whole thing? I had to find out. I went to my Netflix instant queue, and guess what? It was the very first title.
If you haven't seen this movie, I highly recommend it. It's my favorite Cary Grant picture, as far as I know. North By Northwest is pretty good, I guess. Though I adore Sleepless in Seattle, I've never gotten on the An Affair to Remember bandwagon. I saw him in something where he was a cat burglar. Bits and pieces of various roles. As a serious actor or a heartthrob, he doesn't thrill me. But as a comedian, boy is he worth watching.
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