When I was copying The Man Who Came to Dinner from the DVR the other day, I had the volume on very low so as to know it was running okay while getting other things done at the same time. I swear, every line, every inflection, the pacing, it all sounded as familiar as if I'd heard it the day before. But it wasn't the day before that I'd seen and heard it so many times. It was, for the most part -- ahem -- half a century ago. One can say this about many films, of course. But this one really struck me.