Watching "Somewhere in Time".

The premise was kind of dopey, and too few minutes were spent establishing the bona fide device of emotional time travel, but eventually it clicked.

I remember wondering, at first seeing this movie, if Chris Reeve was the right leading man. Now, as I watch him endure the agony of returning to his own time and losing his love, I realize the skill and power of him... and I find myself wishing I'd been able to see him play someone older.

And that moment... the penny.... and the gut-wrenching rip of losing it all, just as it had BEGUN... Well, if you know me, you know that I've had that awful moment, in real life... and I felt every searing second of it. It snuck up on me. I'd forgotten the suddenness and savagery of that instant.

I won't forget it again.

And Jane Seymour... a flawless amalgam of softness, grace and passion... indescribable. The way she breathed "oh my God" as he approached her for the first kiss...

Shaking myself like a wet dog here. Gotta kleen up my pile of kleenex.

If you never managed to see "Somewhere in Time", it's on Prime. If you can stand it.