I am all for the perfect storybook romance. I like to, no, love to sob at a movie about unrequited love. I root for the heroine or hero that look like they just fell off the ugly tree just because everyone should have an equal opportunity for love. I at times may root for the protagonist in a film just because I think maybe their hearts will be changed by a love so true. I admit it, I am a sucker and a hopeless romantic. That is why I allowed myself to be drawn in, like a magnet to the fridge, to the movie entitled The Way We Were starring a fresh faced and handsome as ever Robert Redford (I have a secret obsession with redheaded men, don’t tell my husband who has no hair), and an equally young Barbara Streisand, who I would say was in her prime.