I always have closed captioning on. (I in fact hear almost everything fine, but that one moment where I miss a mumbled phrase, the CC saves me from awkwardly having to backtrack 15 seconds.) Most of the time it's good, especially for recent things where (I assume) some kind of official CC script was provided. I sometimes wish it weren't so chatty about background music (although I must admit, in a situation like the faux-Regency miniseries Bridgerton on Netflix, I'm grateful when it tells me which current pop tune is being played by the little orchestra at a ball -- I wouldn't know otherwise), but probably others need that, so fine. But in older movies they do sometimes get a detail hilariously wrong. Especially but not only with British idioms being totally misinterpreted. (I picture some ill-paid office temp tasked with transcribing some old movie they've never seen before; I'm not unsympathetic, but I do feel there should be a stage of some knowledgeable person watching and checking their work -- an editor, in effect. Clearly in some cases there has been no editor.)
My own favorite aspect of Rosalind Russell is her early work in comedy, like His Girl Friday and My Sister Eileen. But chacun à son goût.
One year TCM showed several contrasted Christmas Carols, which I liked. It was fun to see the differences in the movies starring Seymour Hicks (a truly weird early talkie), the Reginald Owen (not my fave by a long shot, but I recognized it as the very first version I saw on TV, when I was about 5, so I have a certain fondness for it), and the great Alistair Sim. They also threw in Scrooge, which I don't care for, but many do. I wish they could include the George C. Scott one as well, which is very good (terrific supporting actors, too), but a commercial channel seems to own that for re-broadcast. (An appreciative word for Mr. Magoo, too!) I still think there's room for a new version that brings to life aspects of Dickens that nobody has attempted so far: in particular his uncanny four-dimensional androgynous Christmas Past, which at times seems to have multiple limbs because of being perceived across time -- in a time of SF spectaculars, that would be child's play, but nobody's done it.