Irwin
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What's a good movie for valentine's day that's not just for women? I'd fall asleep if I have to watch a Cher movie or Sleepless in Seattle.
What's a good valentine's day movie?
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officerripley
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None of these are to do with Val. Day but are funny rom/coms:
Blind Date (1987, Bruce Willis, John Larroquette, Kim Basinger; hard to find since it's older but funnnny!);
Knight and Day (2010, Tom Cruise, Cameron Diaz, also very funny);
Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day (2008, Frances McDormand, Ciaran Hinds, WW2, England, not as laugh-out-funny as the first 2 but very, very good);
While You Were Sleeping (1995, Sandra Bullock, Bill Pullman, takes place mostly at Christmas, everybody especially Jack Warden and Peter Boyle are very funny, one of my most favorites ever!)
Blind Date (1987, Bruce Willis, John Larroquette, Kim Basinger; hard to find since it's older but funnnny!);
Knight and Day (2010, Tom Cruise, Cameron Diaz, also very funny);
Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day (2008, Frances McDormand, Ciaran Hinds, WW2, England, not as laugh-out-funny as the first 2 but very, very good);
While You Were Sleeping (1995, Sandra Bullock, Bill Pullman, takes place mostly at Christmas, everybody especially Jack Warden and Peter Boyle are very funny, one of my most favorites ever!)
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The Family Man?
Kate and Leopold?
Kate and Leopold?
CinnamonSugar
A Quiet American
RED with Bruce Willis. Action, humor, mystery, romance
That's sad.
Irwin
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We're going to watch Casablanca. 
Laurie
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Got to be "Seattle".
Aunt Bea
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You can't go wrong with a classic!
Searching for the perfect Valentine’s
Day movie
JOHN KASS
We’ve been married for almost 35 years. She’s the love of my life, the mother of our sons,
and my best friend, despite my two bad habits:
On rare occasions, I might leave my socks on the bathroom floor. And I just can’t seem to
find a good Valentine’s Day movie. In fact, I’m the king of picking the worst Valentine’s
Day movies of all time.
The only one I picked that she really liked was “Random Harvest” about amnesia and love,
and then more amnesia and more love, with English accents, fly-fishing and tweeds. I
highly recommend it. But you’ll need two boxes of tissue.
“ ‘The Outlaw Josey Wales’ is not a Valentine’s Day movie,” Betty informed me just a few
minutes ago. “Anything with Genghis Khan is not a Valentine’s Day movie. Movies with
killer knights during the Black Plague, serial killers, drug cartels, and spies are not
Valentine’s Day movies. You remember the movie you picked that ruined Valentine’s
Day?”
Yes, I said in a tiny voice.
“No further comment,” she said.
While searching for the perfect Valentine’s Day movie, I multitasked and became involved
in a Zoom meeting with great fly fishermen. One fellow told a Valentine’s Day story about
the old fisherman and the frog:
The old fisherman in the story walked down to the bank on creaky old knees. As he cast
his fly, he heard a tiny voice, a little frog at his feet. The old fisherman picked up the frog.
It asked him for a favor.
“Please kiss me on the lips,” said the frog. “If you do, I’ll become the most beautiful
woman in the world, the woman of all your fantasies and will cherish and love you. Just
kiss me on the lips and you won’t regret it.”
The old fisherman pondered the offer. Then he unzipped his jacket, put the frog in his
pocket and resumed fishing for trout. “Hey!” shouted the frog in a pocket-muffled voice.
“Hey! What are you doing? What’s wrong? Why won’t you kiss me on the lips?”
The old fisherman unzipped his jacket, held the frog and looked it in the eye.
“Thank you for your kind offer,” said the old fisherman. “But I’ve always wanted to have a
talking frog.”
He put it back in his pocket and kept fishing.
“Oh, great,” Betty said when I told her. “Instead of a movie, we’re going ice fishing for
Valentine’s Day? Or to the pet store?”
She casually, almost too casually, mentioned “Doctor Zhivago.” I countered with an Omar
Sharif double feature. My choice involves a young nomad who unites the tribes and hangs
out with James Mason playing a Chinese ambassador.
“Genghis Khan again?” she said. “I’m taking Zeus for a walk. Bye.”
She does love “This Is Us.” She might accept a “This Is Us” DVR marathon, but then I’d
probably have to blow my head off. It’s the ugly cry thing that gets me. The show is all
about ugly cries.
One character, Randall, is played by the fine actor Sterling K. Brown. Randall is always
crying ugly. And when he ugly cries, every bone in his face dissolves and his head becomes
a mixture of meat putty and salty tears. All the characters have that boneless feature when
they cry.
The last time I saw Randall, he was standing in a Louisiana lagoon after midnight, naked,
and ugly crying about something. I made the big mistake of saying I hoped a gator would
grab him.
“Leave the room,” she said. “Leave now.”
So, I asked readers on Facebook to help.
“Do the ugly cry,” said Karen Ussher Dante, “if that’s what Betty wants. It’s Valentine’s
Day.”
“Buck up and pay your dues,” said Una Copley Goldie. “Fake cry and she won’t ask again.”
If I fake it, Karen, she’ll know. We’re married.
“There is a great romantic movie that I know Betty would love,” said Marilou Wilschke.
“It’s called ‘Manchester by the Sea.’”
Been there. Done that. And you know it, Marilou. Stop.
“Man up and sit by her side,” said John Cap Jr. “I have often sat with my wife while she
watched a movie or TV show that made my skin crawl. I just lean back and fall asleep.”
Dan Nicholson tried to explain it via the old Celtic sin eaters.
“It’s called Hate-Watching,” he said. “It is penance in the internal vernacular. Just be
quiet, tears rolling, and ‘eat it’ Without her, you aren’t you. Just don’t post ugly cry-face
pix.”
One reader suggested I write Betty a Valentine’s Day essay.
“You make a list of special places you’ve visited in the city over the years,” said Vic
Geneva. “Write down why it’s special. Then take a drive and tell her at each spot, your
special memory of that spot and what it meant to you. You can live off those points for a
few years.”
You mean I take her to Jim’s Original for a Polish at 4 a.m., then drive to Grant Park
where we broke up, then to the sushi place on Clark where she ate the entire lump of
wasabi by mistake and pretended it didn’t bother her, then to the church where we were
married?
But Vic, I already write four columns a week. That would really make me ugly cry.
Betty loves “Doctor Zhivago.” So it’s “Doctor Zhivago” she’ll get. You might want to watch
it too.
What America needs especially now is to rewatch a Valentine’s Day love story about what
happens to a liberal poet when the Marxists really take over.
Just don’t forget the Champagne. And the tissue.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Day movie
JOHN KASS
We’ve been married for almost 35 years. She’s the love of my life, the mother of our sons,
and my best friend, despite my two bad habits:
On rare occasions, I might leave my socks on the bathroom floor. And I just can’t seem to
find a good Valentine’s Day movie. In fact, I’m the king of picking the worst Valentine’s
Day movies of all time.
The only one I picked that she really liked was “Random Harvest” about amnesia and love,
and then more amnesia and more love, with English accents, fly-fishing and tweeds. I
highly recommend it. But you’ll need two boxes of tissue.
“ ‘The Outlaw Josey Wales’ is not a Valentine’s Day movie,” Betty informed me just a few
minutes ago. “Anything with Genghis Khan is not a Valentine’s Day movie. Movies with
killer knights during the Black Plague, serial killers, drug cartels, and spies are not
Valentine’s Day movies. You remember the movie you picked that ruined Valentine’s
Day?”
Yes, I said in a tiny voice.
“No further comment,” she said.
While searching for the perfect Valentine’s Day movie, I multitasked and became involved
in a Zoom meeting with great fly fishermen. One fellow told a Valentine’s Day story about
the old fisherman and the frog:
The old fisherman in the story walked down to the bank on creaky old knees. As he cast
his fly, he heard a tiny voice, a little frog at his feet. The old fisherman picked up the frog.
It asked him for a favor.
“Please kiss me on the lips,” said the frog. “If you do, I’ll become the most beautiful
woman in the world, the woman of all your fantasies and will cherish and love you. Just
kiss me on the lips and you won’t regret it.”
The old fisherman pondered the offer. Then he unzipped his jacket, put the frog in his
pocket and resumed fishing for trout. “Hey!” shouted the frog in a pocket-muffled voice.
“Hey! What are you doing? What’s wrong? Why won’t you kiss me on the lips?”
The old fisherman unzipped his jacket, held the frog and looked it in the eye.
“Thank you for your kind offer,” said the old fisherman. “But I’ve always wanted to have a
talking frog.”
He put it back in his pocket and kept fishing.
“Oh, great,” Betty said when I told her. “Instead of a movie, we’re going ice fishing for
Valentine’s Day? Or to the pet store?”
She casually, almost too casually, mentioned “Doctor Zhivago.” I countered with an Omar
Sharif double feature. My choice involves a young nomad who unites the tribes and hangs
out with James Mason playing a Chinese ambassador.
“Genghis Khan again?” she said. “I’m taking Zeus for a walk. Bye.”
She does love “This Is Us.” She might accept a “This Is Us” DVR marathon, but then I’d
probably have to blow my head off. It’s the ugly cry thing that gets me. The show is all
about ugly cries.
One character, Randall, is played by the fine actor Sterling K. Brown. Randall is always
crying ugly. And when he ugly cries, every bone in his face dissolves and his head becomes
a mixture of meat putty and salty tears. All the characters have that boneless feature when
they cry.
The last time I saw Randall, he was standing in a Louisiana lagoon after midnight, naked,
and ugly crying about something. I made the big mistake of saying I hoped a gator would
grab him.
“Leave the room,” she said. “Leave now.”
So, I asked readers on Facebook to help.
“Do the ugly cry,” said Karen Ussher Dante, “if that’s what Betty wants. It’s Valentine’s
Day.”
“Buck up and pay your dues,” said Una Copley Goldie. “Fake cry and she won’t ask again.”
If I fake it, Karen, she’ll know. We’re married.
“There is a great romantic movie that I know Betty would love,” said Marilou Wilschke.
“It’s called ‘Manchester by the Sea.’”
Been there. Done that. And you know it, Marilou. Stop.
“Man up and sit by her side,” said John Cap Jr. “I have often sat with my wife while she
watched a movie or TV show that made my skin crawl. I just lean back and fall asleep.”
Dan Nicholson tried to explain it via the old Celtic sin eaters.
“It’s called Hate-Watching,” he said. “It is penance in the internal vernacular. Just be
quiet, tears rolling, and ‘eat it’ Without her, you aren’t you. Just don’t post ugly cry-face
pix.”
One reader suggested I write Betty a Valentine’s Day essay.
“You make a list of special places you’ve visited in the city over the years,” said Vic
Geneva. “Write down why it’s special. Then take a drive and tell her at each spot, your
special memory of that spot and what it meant to you. You can live off those points for a
few years.”
You mean I take her to Jim’s Original for a Polish at 4 a.m., then drive to Grant Park
where we broke up, then to the sushi place on Clark where she ate the entire lump of
wasabi by mistake and pretended it didn’t bother her, then to the church where we were
married?
But Vic, I already write four columns a week. That would really make me ugly cry.
Betty loves “Doctor Zhivago.” So it’s “Doctor Zhivago” she’ll get. You might want to watch
it too.
What America needs especially now is to rewatch a Valentine’s Day love story about what
happens to a liberal poet when the Marxists really take over.
Just don’t forget the Champagne. And the tissue.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
squatting dog
We don't have as far to go, as we've already been
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Or Red 2
Phoenix
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Somewhere in Time. My husband turned me on to it.