Twenty-some years ago when Alice and I were young and broke, Saturday night entertainment consisted of a bowl of popcorn (popped on the stove, pre-microwaves) and whatever movie was on television. We lived in the suburbs of the Twin Cities, Minneapolis and St. Paul, MN. One of the Minneapolis stations was running the old Charlie Chan movies.
The only reason these are memorable to us is that week after week, Alice would fall asleep 15 minutes before the movie ended. In other words, just as Charlie was solving the crime.
Well, the magic still works. I put Charlie Chan on Broadway on top of the Netflix queue and got it last Thursday. We watched it Friday night. Alice was out like a light about half way through.