I just had the strangest little movie watching session. I went in to make sure my DVR had recorded something. Since I always leave the cable box tuned to TCM so whenever I turn it on I'm not assaulted by some horrendous thing, I checked out what was playing this evening. It was apparently a Ray Milland afternoon, and I thought I'd just sample the next movie that was about to start -- Night Into Morning (1951), which was kind of an older style weepie. Amusingly, Milland plays an alcoholic. Again. And it was pretty good. I ended up just watching it all, then the next one looked more interesting -- The Safecracker (1958), and this one was quite compelling right up to the ending which was rushed and just a bit lame in the details and the sudden wartime-style sentimental turn. But it was good to see both of them.