same time, next year

so i'm going to dedicate my may movie watching to alan alda. why? because alan alda rocks. that's right. he rocks. we all loved him as hawkeye on m*a*s*h ... why aren't we all better versed in his film career? well, this month i'm fixing that problem for myself. i've changed my netflix subscription so that i should be able to watch all of his available movies (3 or 4 of them aren't available on netflix) during the next four weeks.

last night we watched "same time, next year". it's based on a play (which you know if you watched that li'l video up there), and stars alda & ellen burstyn. the movie has an interesting premise: married man, married woman meet and presumably fall in love. each has their own family at home, but they continue to meet each year at the same place for a weekend together. the movie takes you through 26 years of their affair. they have no contact with each other outside of that one weekend ... so each year they're falling in love all over again.

worst parts: alan alda in snug red undies (though they're quickly forgotten when he covers them with purple pants that have a butterfly patch on the bum) and watching alda cry. this isn't a character thing. it's always terrible watching alan alda cry. his face contorts in very strange ways when he cries. it's mildly disturbing.

best parts: the best/worst story exchanges (and the very idea of such an exchange) and the line "maybe i didn't think it through".