I live in New Orleans. We have a complicated relationship with the telling of our stories. The annual (and more frequent) media attention is like removing the dressing after an incredibly painful recovery from an incredibly complicated and drawn-out emergency surgery.

We know that the surgeon (and medical students, and nursing staff, and dietitian who happens to be in the room when it happens) has to remove the bandages, review the scarring, see what's healing, what has an infection, touch the sensitive parts, medicate the parts that are still raw, and let the air hit it for a bit. We are proud, and not crazy about being so exposed, when we're not all the way healed, but we understand the value in airing it out. Nobody likes to see the ugly parts, but they are remarkable in contrast to the parts that have almost healed.

We appreciate the interest in our recovery, but more so, the gentleness of the approach, as well enough respect for our collective dignity that the people looking not stare only at the vulgarity of our weaknesses, but to compassionately admire our strengths, too.

Bridget Lehane

I know I'm running the risk of sounding like an old fart, but, as a woman in her 30s, I can guess that grown women wouldn't want to go to an opening weekend because the lobbies of the theaters are filled with teenage boys, in packs, teenage girls screaming, eyeballing, and texting - all of them throwing popcorn at each other. Both moviegoers and cinema staff. I would much rather go when I feel like I'm engaging in an artistic or entertainment experience, not an adventure in babysitting. When 90% of the the offerings draw teenagers, and 10% draws adults, there's no chance I'm going on a Friday or Saturday night...I'll take a Sunday or weekday any day. I'll see anything - Superbad, Spiderman, Talk to Me, The Bourne Ultimatum, Sicko, Shrek, The Brave One, The Darjeeling Limited, Harry Potter, Why Did I Get Married, really, anything with a shred of story, excitement, brains, intrigue...just not in a dark room full of kids, which is obviously the demographic the industry plays to.

I love the broader definition of sexy you apply to the men of the world......

For sincerity, artistry, compassion, the ability to make anyone he comes across feel gorgeous and downright beautiful, I say Tim Gunn's got it. He's handsome, erudite, and expresses pride in true creativity. That's sexy

I can't believe Goonies hasn't been mentioned more! Pirate ships, evil developers, a bumbling crime family, growing pains, first kisses!

Also, The Lost Boys, for the slightly older crowd...

Also, although they definitely have themes for "older" children, the young ones will ignore them and just dive into the infectious music of "Grease" and the underestimated "Grease II."

Now for an obscure pair - "The Ghost and Mr. Chicken," and "The Incredible Mr. Limpett" - two Don Knotts classics that I remember being shown on UHF channels on Saturdays all summer long.

Shirley Temple Movies

I'm not sure if it's out on DVD, but a "Little House on the Prairie" marathon would be fantastic.....

Stand By Me...summer, friendship, adventure, scary stuff, funny stuff, great soundtrack, nostalgia, a dead body.....it's all there.....

OK, so I know this post will be ridiculed, but I can't help it.

I am so excited to think that my president and his wife are still madly in love with each other, still flirt, still make eyes at each other in ways that everybody can see comes from deep love and understanding. They clearly challenge each other, match each others' intellect, compassion, ambition and style.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a sexy couple in the white house? (Both of em, not just the man, like the Clintons).

In response to josephandrews222, you really do need to see the movie. As a New Orleanian who felt voiceless and hopeless while watching my people drown, die of thirst and neglect 3 years ago, who lost friends, family, and stability, I was grateful to hear Ms. Montana-LeBlanc speak the truth to power in the movie. So much of what happened was government failure on all levels to protect and give human aid to its own people,the most powerful government in the world withholding its power to neglect the most powerless of its people. When you watch the film you'll see that by the time Ms. Montana-Leblanc was faced with an arrogant enforcer of the law, she's been nearly drowned, dragged through toxic water, witness to thousands of deaths and crimes against humanity, harassed, terrified and in shock. The woman treats her like one more nameless, faceless "loser who didn't get out of town like she should have" - of course she explodes...stripped of humanity, she loses her cool. As anyone would. As I still do, living PTSD.