Had me a little Friday night TOD last night:
THE CAREY TREATMENT, a Blake Edwards movie I was seeing for my very first time, and FLARE-UP, a Raquel Welch movie, likewise -- courtesy of a couple of Warner Archive DVDs I've had for years and never watched.
CAREY got pretty interesting as it went along, and I like it, though I didn't think the central love/sex relationship with the gal who moves in with him as soon as they meet was even a necessary element. But I enjoyed it overall and will give it another spin sometime.
FLARE-UP -- oh wait, I didn't finish it, I still have half an hour to go -- starts off looking like a psychedelic something-or-other from the swinging sixties, and it's far from being a great motion picture, but it has some generous period shots of late-1960s Las Vegas and, so far, some footage of upper La Cienega Blvd. and some PCH/beach stuff out way past Malibu (I think), and it didn't seem like they falsify any of the geography. I might be able to finish this one tonight.
This is the start of a little project I call Pulling Stuff I Haven't Seen Off the Shelf, Watching It, and Either Keeping It or Letting It Go. (Rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it?)