My husband and I are attempting to buy a sofa for our upcoming birthdays, and it's challenging. The stuff online and in catalogues is hard to figure out - how would it look in real life? Would the color be lighter or darker in our living room? And looking in show rooms is an exercise in futility. Every sofa is white or cream. I wanted a vintage sofa, but they come in no prints or colors that would work for us. I like the old mahogany settees, but my husband doesn't. We've been thinking about leather, but it would have to be a light color, which is difficult to find. We don't want a bunch of back pillows, been there, done that, so that narrows it down. Basically, we're going to have to have a lot of luck. And it's going to take a lot of hours. I, of course, want something unique, and witty, and gaily colored. My husband wants comfort and practibility.
My girlfriend and I saw "Hope Springs" last night. It's definitely a women's movie, as it's so stacked in favor of Streep's character. Yet both of us didn't like her character much, and found her boring. It's a very simplified view of a marriage, and the focus is completely on sex. Sex is very important, but I kept wanting to know if they had any friends and if she had any interests. They perhaps made her too ordinary, and it ended up looking distainful. This is a movie actor's idea of ordinary heartland people. I was offended for all my relatives in the midwest. And the music was a blatant attempt at keeping people younger than sixty remotely interested in the film. It was working hard, too hard. I love seeing Streep, but this film, like the Thatcher one, is two dimensional. Not enough complexity.
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