Old Movies

Every Wednesday I watch free old movies at a library. There are about a dozen of us regulars. We don't know each others  names, but as soon as we arrive, old movie facts are tossed out. It can be specific info about the movie we are about to see, or general stuff on other flicks by that director or actor.
The woman who curates this chooses a theme for each month. Many are B&W noir films and, as a writer, I eat up that hard boiled dialogue. Joan Crawford, starred in The Damned Don't Cry today. Boy, can that dame stare. Davis, Bacall, Stanwyck, Bergman-- all of them wearing wide shoulders and pumps with black seamed stockings; tough, no nonsense women who go toe to toe with their leading men and usually end up paying for it.
Most of these gems never went past 100 minutes. We are a quiet group; no one talks during the film, unlike public theaters where people just gab away.
Yeah, every Wednesday I'm taken out of this life and times and transported to a more straight shooting, no spin world, where characters say what they mean and mean what they say. Except if they're double crossing someone.
You know, the hats were so much more elegant back then.