Watching Movies, Old-School, Not Watching The Movie Old School

I watched two underwheming movies today: Play Misty For Me, which I feel I would have liked a lot more had AMC not chopped it to bits and added in 4 dozen commercial breaks, and had Clint Eastwood not used what looks like tomato soup as blood. I also watched His Girl Friday, which was good enough for a regular movie but not up to par for Howard Hawks.

Tonight, I'll be watching Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore, which I understand was originally titled Alice Moved Out And Got a Rotten Deal on a Fourth-Story Walkup in an Up-And-Coming-Neighborhood And Had to Pay a 15% Broker's Fee. I'm excited about watching for several reasons:

1. I forgot to DVR it when it was on a few months ago, and I understand it's really good.
2. It will allow me to add to my Martin Scorsese list.
   
3. I remember watching the sitcom starring Linda Lavin, who, for the record, my mother hates. Like, really, really hates. If my mother was in a room full of celebrities and terrorists, and the terrorists handed her a pistol and said that if she didn't shoot one of the celebrities, everyone would die, my mother would have no qualms about shooting Linda Lavin. Anyway, Alice had a really awesome theme song. I can sing both versions, if you'd like.
   
4. The MAIN reason I am excited is because the movie is being shown on PBS. Every Saturday night, my local PBS station, in a sponsorship deal with Syms, (where an educated consumer is their best customer) treats viewers to one or two classic films. It's a cheap, uncomplicated process. No cable. No DVR, DVD, VHS, TCM, pay-per-view, etc. They show a movie. If you want to watch a movie, you turn on PBS, and you watch whatever they give you. A little dictatorial, yes, but sometimes it's nice to pretend I'm in the sixties, before there were so many choices. Or, you know, Stalinist Russia.