We’ve all been there. It’s a rainy, (or, this summer in Connecticut, stupidly hot and very dry), Saturday, there are no decent sports ball things to watch on the teevee machine, and you’re idly flipping through channels rather than working out, reading a book, or attending to the most basic needs of human hygiene.

Also you may be drunk.

And then you flip right into it: The Movie That Must Be Watched! Everything comes to a stop while you finish this magical film you’ve stumbled upon. Doesn’t matter where it is in the film either; could be five minutes from the end, could be the opening credits. Either way, you’re their for the duration.

Today we’re drafting Movies That Must Be Finished. The genre does not matter. Could be a heist movie, could be a rom-com, (I mean, it probably shouldn’t, but it could be), could be The Blair Witch Project. A hat tip to Scotchnaut and BC Dick, whose conversation from Friday night originated this idea.

But only once the for the latter, because we all know what happens if The Blair Witch Project gets picked more than once.

Your commissioner for this week’s draft has no name, but is probably responsible for more movies that are going to grind my day to a halt, The Man With No Name, Mr. Clint Eastwood.

Although, as it turns out, he sort of does have a name. Clint. Mr. Eastwood if you’re nasty.

With the first pick, and once again as part of my running bit where I take this movie before Sharkbait can, I’ll take Kelly’s Heroes. The rest of you are on the clock.