If my entire being were encapsulated in a movie...

It would be the 1955 Douglas Sirk film, All that Heaven Allows. Oh. Dear. God. In. Heaven. (No pun intended.) Sometimes I start watching a movie and feel a tingle in my spine because I think to myself, "Movie, where have you been all my life? We are obviously kindred spirits and have been separated far too long. Join me!" This is one such film. The title sequence almost had me in tears. This is what they mean by, "In all its Technicolor glory."

And Rock Hudson. Rock Hudson! Sure, he's dashing in those frothy Doris Day rom coms. But in this...he's devastatingly handsome in that shiny Ken doll-way. Add a lumberjack plaid jacket, red cords, and a fondness for growing trees and you have me swooning. I literally had to pause the movie and take a breather--it was that amazing.

Ahem. Wow. I am a huge dork.