I am slightly appalled by the fact that I thought it was ten o'clock at four in the afternoon. The lack of sun is ruining my life. Or at least my chances of ever getting out of bed.
I am still gushing from watching Hello, Dolly! earlier. I have distinct memories of watching Babs inch her way into Walter Matthau's heart throughout my childhood with my mom. As I've inched away from my childhood, I find myself taking remnants with me. Namely my love for all things Matthau and as silly as it may be (I daresay only to those who have yet to witness Barbra's dynamic on-screen personality), every single Streisand film. For the hesitant, I strongly advocate a viewing of Kazan's A Face in the Crowd, the cheeky Cactus Rose, The Way We Were (Sydney Pollack might lend the film some credibility if you are truly wary!), and quite obviously Hello, Dolly! I could add others, but I'm still a bit sheepish about my love for Babs.