I'm home with a sore throat. Yesterday I watched Gangs of New York. I've wanted to see it since at least a year before it came out; the history of New York is one of my little mental hobbies. But, yeah, GORY. I only saw about half of it; the other half I watched from behind my hands. Not ideal sick-day viewing. [Still, holy cow, Daniel Day-Lewis is something else, isn't he?]
Today I was looking for an old black-and-white comedy, possibly with William Powell. Ta-da: My Man Godfrey. Now that's more like it.