I literally just finished watching a great movie on TCM called The Women (1939), starring Joan Crawford and Norma Shearer. It's about a "happily" married woman who finds out her husband is cheating on her with a perfume salesgirl--she has the bombshell not-so-subtly dropped on her by her supposed friend...whom karma comes back to bite in the ass later on. It's a comedy, definitely a "chick flick," although James watched some of it through his eyelids until I sent him to bed. What should have been obvious from the title, but wasn't, was that there was not a single man in the entire film--not even as extras. It was very cleverly shot to give the suggestion that the men were there, but the viewer never actually sees them. Another thing I thought was really neat was that, even though the movie is black and white, there's a lengthy scene where the main characters go to a fashion show, and for a while, all you see is the fashion show as they see it---and in technicolor, which would have been a new showoffy thing in 1939. I have to imagine that it was also some sort of advertisement for a designer---the outfits in the show were amazing. Some of them were really attractive, except for the hats, which were out of control. Anyway, I highly recommend it.
Tonight's big news on the homeplace is that Andrew has a brand new sandbox, courtesy of Grandpop and Grandma. I was amazed at how quickly it came together, and while it currently has no sand, Andrew and the grandparents didn't let that stop them, and just played in the dirt inside the box.