Later, for something to fall asleep to, I found the Lauren Bacall movie The Fan (1981) on TCM. I'd never seen it, and I'd already missed the first 20 minutes or so but I thought that probably wouldn't matter since the gist of it was so obvious.
And... Oh My God, did it ever not matter. What a piece of schlock. The more I stared at it, the worse it got. I managed to zone out for the ending, but I never need to see another minute of it again. Poor Bacall, who apparently disowned it after all was said and done. And Maureen Stapleton, who I always like. And James Garner, who might as well have phoned it in.