First was Bugsy. Not the best documentary I've ever seen, but this movie about the gangster with vision who established Las Vegas as the post-WWII mecca it became had some moments. Not a lot, but some.
Second was The Rum Diary. This movie was based on a novel that Hunter Thompson could never get published while alive. It's a mess. No focus to speak of.
Today, I'm going to just do the hospitals (leaving nursing homes until tomorrow), and then get to my sister's place to celebrate Father's Day in honor of my BIL. Best wishes to all you fathers out there!