The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman. This swept the country earlier this year when CBS ran it in January. Critics called it the greatest movie made for TV ever. Not only is it that, but it's better than most of what they show in the theaters, although it can't shake the television look about it. Nate Shaw's story in the just-published All God's Dangers will make Cicely Tyson's hundred-year-old woman look a little less inspiring about the black experience--she emerges with an integrity borne of quiet suffering rather than resistance and strength, but nonetheless Tyson's performance is very moving. For all its flaws, and maudlin and liberal as it sometimes is, Pittman may be the best film about blacks ever to come out of the Hollywood environment. At the Boston Public Library at 3:30 and 7 p.m. today, Free.

The Thin Man [1934]. This is one of the finest comedies of the thirties. Dashiell Hammett wrote the script from his own crime novel of the same name, and drew the marriage of Nick and Nora Charles from his own arrangement with Lillian Hellman--a quick and sophisticated rapport where constant insults only feed their affection. Their craziness is harmonious because everyone else is a creep. William Powell and Myrna Loy star, having cocktail number one at breakfast and shooting out the tree bulbs at Christmas.

Love and Anarchy. A peasant anarchist named Tunin comes to Rome to kill Mussolini. But his intention--which at first balanced the ideological and the personal into committed purpose--becomes perverted when he enters the city and a life where people market themselves out of bitterness and fear. Here, at the bordello where he prepares for his mission, as he clings to his humanity he can only lose his vision. He sets a trap for himself. One of the best political films in a long while.