So, I made my own time where there was none. I fixed popcorn. Grabbed the last can of ginger ale from the fridge and parked myself in front of my computer. I darkened the room. And loaded, Mildred Pierce. I guess I’ve had a small fascination with film Noir-esque images lately, so this fit perfectly. The film is simple. Well acted for its day or any other. Full of historical post-war styles and language. Dramatically lit. Perfectly perfect for someone in need of a little fascination. For me. Today. Just in time.