Suspicion (1941). Cary Grant is the upper crusts most eligible gold-digger and maybe a murderer to boot. The Hitchcock classic throws Joan Fontaine into Carys arms and watches the love turn to fear. If you dont like the ending, blame the studios for being overly protective of Grants image.
Rebecca (1940). Another Hitchcock, with Fontaine again as the innocent. Lawrence Olivier marries a live beauty but longs for a dead one. A superb romantic haunter from the author of The Birds.
The Heiress (1949). A once-bitten, twice-shy Olivia De Havilland as the target of Montgomery Clifts advances -- couldnt she tell from the mustache? William Wyler got a great turn from De Havilland and strikes a poignant blow for spinsters everywhere.
And as you settle in for a weekend of en memoriam turkey sandwiches, go ironic with Eraserhead (1976). Arm-stabbing, elevator humor and the best hair in independent cinema, all birthed, fully formed in black-and-white, from David Lynchs devilish little brain. Some scenes inappropriate for young carnivores.