Powell has been a favorite of mine since I first saw My Man Godfrey many years ago in a film class. My wife (under 50), who led a cinematically deprived life until we met a dozen years ago, had never seen a black-and-white film, let alone heard of William Powell. I got her hooked (wicked fellow that I am) on "The Thin Man" series ("Here, try this, Honey") and Bogart films and she "discovered" Hitchcock on her own. It was a treat to watch her watching The Magnificent Ambersons for the first time. I've been having a great time with her new film fascination, rewatching my favorites from the 30s and 40s and even seeing some that I managed to miss.
(well past 50)