Too Late Blues with Bobby Darin and Stella Stevens. John Cassavettes' second movie as a director. Much better than I remember it. I'd had it placed in the overthetop to the point of satire category. So much so, that a friend and I used to pluck lines out of it to tease each other with. "You don't know nothin' about playin' my music, man!" But I hadn't seen it in years, it really touches on some important themes. Don't get me wrong, it does walk a fine line, but it's either not as corny as I remember it, or I've just caught up with it and so now to me it seems just fine! I think next I'll take another stab at the Frankie and Annette beach movies next.