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three afghan blankets Before I went to sleep this morning, I gathered together all of my afghan blankets and carefully spread them across my bed. Once they were there, I adjusted the blankets so that there was coverage from head to toe. I didn't want them to end up in a tangled mess at the foot of the bed where they would do little good. Then before I crawled under the sheets and those extra layers of warmth, I briefly contemplated if that would be enough. Now hours later after some very restful sleep I can say that I had just the right amount of coverage in bed. I didn't break out into a sweat nor did I feel a chill as I slept. From past experience, I know that I like both Gene Tierney and Clifton Webb, but their movie The Razor's Edge did not hold my interest at all. For me, the movie went nowhere in terms of plot. Her character kept waiting for Tyrone Power to come around to her way of thinking and that never happened. He was on some kind of spiritual quest whereas she was merely living the good life of a socialite. Maybe if I had read the novel by W. Somerset Maugham, I might have gotten more from the movie. I suspect that there was some kind of lesson to be learned, but none of that came across to me. About the only thing that impressed me was Anne Baxter's performance as the drunken American Sophie. Seeing her all liquored up in a French bar, she was positively erotic and I have no idea if that was intentional or not. |