If you're looking for a mid-week movie, may I recommend: "Easy Living," from 1937, by Preston Sturges. Bear with me. A tyrannical banker is just about fed up with his ne'er-do-well son, and he evicts that son. Moments later, he discovers that his ungrateful wife has spent over $50,000 on a fur coat, and, in retaliation, he crazily tosses the coat from his penthouse window--and it lands on a cute young desk worker who has been wandering down the sidewalk. Is this premise instantly more bizarre and engaging than, say, "The Wife"? "Bohemian Rhapsody"? "A Star Is Born"? Admit it. And the plot thickens. The young desk worker goes around trying to find the owner of the coat that has fallen from the sky, and she bumps into the tyrannical banker. "You've ruined my hat!" she says, pointing to the feather that wilted when it was clobbered by the falling coat. Still insane, the giddy banker sweeps up the woman and takes her...