I'm sorry for your headache, and hope your head will feel better soon.

Don't worry, it already does. I woke up fine.

The movie sounds interesting--I've never seen Gregory Peck play a screwed-up character.

If you want Peck against type, I'd recommend John Huston's Moby Dick (1956) first. It's the film that introduced me to Richard Basehart and Leo Genn and it feels powerfully of the sea, even without Melville's chapter-length digressions on the natural history of whales. There is a documentary feel to its life aboard a whaleship, the tedious days of scrimshaw and holystone as well as the salt flame of the hunt; the film stock is beautifully desaturated so that every frame feels like a faded postcard, a hand-colored engraving. A.L. Lloyd cameos as a shantyman leading "Blood Red Roses" and "Heave Away, My Johnny." (Royal Dano cameos as the prophesying Elijah, memorably looking—as fleurdelis28 described him—like Will Turner drowned and dragged up again. Before the two sequel films came out, I think, so she didn't even know how correct she was.) And I am aware that Peck was criticized at the time for his performance, but I like his Ahab, who has the burnt crow-black fixity of a New England preacher, his gospel the blood of the white whale; he is not at first an obvious figure of monomania, but he is commanding, so you see how the crew would follow him (rather than refuse to sign on with a captain with so many screws loose). It goes a very little Hollywood at the ending, but there's also the limitation of special effects of the time; I loved seeing it nonetheless.