One of the brutal Hallmark channel movies that manages to go on for two hours and nothing happens. The "info" descriptive that my cable company provides is that a man and woman, both grieving the loss of their spouse, grow close and fall in love. I'm now an hour in, and that's literally all that is happening in this movie. The first ten minutes was showing them losing their spouses. Then the rest of the movie has been them running into each other several times, going to each others houses, having dinner. It's basically like if I set up a video camera to just film my own life every day.
Add to that the 1950s tenor: that he is a hopeless sad sack, who can't possibly do laundry without staining everything pink and can't keep track of a household schedule. And she has to call him and beg "heavens oh my, I can't assemble this bunk bed frame." To which he calls on her two "strong men" sons. The dad has a family game of some sorts that only involved his sons. And when the guy's daughter asks the other mom if she knew her deceased mom, she said "I did, and she was so pretty, just like you." Because seriously, that's the legacy to say to a 10 year old girl about your mom.
Add to that the 1950s tenor: that he is a hopeless sad sack, who can't possibly do laundry without staining everything pink and can't keep track of a household schedule. And she has to call him and beg "heavens oh my, I can't assemble this bunk bed frame." To which he calls on her two "strong men" sons. The dad has a family game of some sorts that only involved his sons. And when the guy's daughter asks the other mom if she knew her deceased mom, she said "I did, and she was so pretty, just like you." Because seriously, that's the legacy to say to a 10 year old girl about your mom.