WEDNESDAY
Vision, 8 p.m. I've always thought it was a bit of a nasty value judgement to describe Ray Milland's drunken, gutter-loving binge as a "lost" weekend. As if all Milland's character had done was watch a bit too much TV instead of cleaning his apartment. What he does is drink like a thirsty pig, stumbling from bar to home and back, lying to his girlfriend, flirting with hookers, getting chewed out even by the bartender whose living depends on drunks. For its time, this Billy Wilder film was a daring statement about the reality of alcohol addiction. But mostly it's a tour de force of writing and acting, a dead-on examination of what it's like to put love of the sauce above all else.