Passtime

Two things I enjoy...
1.) Preparing for the future
2.) Watching "feel good" movies repeatedly because, regardless of my efforts, I will still be relatively unprepared when the future is upon me

The following are my all-time favorite guilty pleasure films... so that, if you catch me watching them, you will know Armageddon(!) is nigh... just in case you might feel like doing a little prep:

Sliding Doors OR Emma: both tragically tragic in different ways... both featuring G.P. affecting a keen Brit accent... I cannot possibly watch both in one day because I openly loathe/secretly envy her and will not tolerate that kind of emotional roller coaster while attempting to shun reality.

Sleepless In Seattle AND You've Got Mail: I can watch these two little beauties back to back... because, for me, nothing is more soothingly improbable than Meg Ryan & Tom Hanks falling in love Nora Ephron-style/Meg Ryan & Tom Hanks falling in love in Seattle and then tumbling head-long but not without some crazy/quirky obstacles again... in Manhattan... only five years later... and having absolutely zero recollection or residual detritus of their previous/other city lives left to remind them of their past love... Sub-starring Rosie O'Donnell & Dave Chappelle (respectively) W...T...F!?
And, in case you were wondering, yes, it was really that easy for Meg Ryan to break up with her pre-Tom Hanks beau in both movies. Mutual sighs of relief and giggling from both parties involved? Two different movies... two different scenes? Seriously. So appropriately unrealistic it only aids to suspend the disbelief.

Manhattan: Quicker than you can say "Valentine to Manhattan" I am entirely enveloped in fantasies of how perfect Manhattan is by this lovingly crafted Valentine.

Hannah and Her Sisters AND Three Days of the Condor: Couldn't I double feature H&HS with Manhattan? No. Are you crazy!?! Max Von Sydow isn't even in Manhattan and neither is Robert Redford... in a turtleneck pullover... which effectively neutralizes the residuals of having to listen to Woody Allen talking for any length of time.

Pillow Talk: Soooo, if I (enthusiastically) sing-song, "Ya Ya Rollie"... and you know what I'm talking about... and you clap your hands while acknowledging my reference then, well, no need for me to explain. If this means nothing to you then I suppose I should mention my Top Three Reasons To Watch this... 1.) Doris Day and Rock Hudson falling in actual love is so bloody ridiculous in real time that there is no way it could not happen on the other side of a camera lens 2.) All of Doris Day's costumes are fucking KILLER 3.) Split screen technology was never so aptly applied/bittersweet.

Breakfast At Tiffany's: Do you have a vagina? And love the A-Team... and diamonds... AND shoplifting? Two "escorts" falling in love will never again be so well soundtracked... by Audrey Hepburn... melancholy... unenthusiastically strumming guitar... while singing Moon River... on her fire escape... to no one in particular. Quelle sigh.

Blue Crush (Ummmm, hardcore running-underwater-carrying-big-rocks-as-weights scene AND disgustingly-corpulent-yet-endearingly-funny-guy-in-Speedos scene... ALL TIME FAVES!) and Stealing Beauty (Dear Jeremy Irons, You are sooo pervy in this but still sexually appealing/lovable like an uncle. Why? Do I watch this movies as part of an eternal struggle to figure this out?): Honestly, these movies (however charmingly ridiculous) are not that much "fun" for me to watch more than once... every few (six... eight) months... but they are definitely worth mentioning because they will do just fine in a pinch.