“The Third Man” was on cable recently, so I set my VCR to tape it.
I finally got around to watching it, and I was very perplexed.
I thought “The Third Man” was an Orson Welles production, with “Harry Lime.”
I didn’t see anything like that.
But I watched it, anyway.
I didn’t realize that “The Third Man” was a romantic comedy.
Well it isn’t, and it wasn’t. It turns out they had switched the offering to “One Rainy Afternoon,” a silly movie about a guy who gets thrown in jail after accidentally kissing the wrong woman in a dark theater (thank you, IMDB).
They had switched the movie offering with little notice, because the cable messagebox (which pops up whenever you change a channel) was showing “The Third Man” as the movie being shown.
I’m still waiting for “Harry Lime.”
But it was good to see Billy Gilbert, albeit ever so briefly.
(I didn’t catch the title error because my VCR’s clock is apparently off, and just missed recording the opening credits.)
Anyway, I guess my “pointless stuff” that I’m sharing is I was expecting Orson Welles, but I got this silly-ass offering instead.
Seriously, getting thrown in jail and having to pay 1000 francs (however much that was in 1936) fine–for an accidental kiss (mixup in seats) inside the theater.