Here's Looking At You, Kid

See Casablanca again. VHS it, rent it, DVD it, download it. Just see it. I was down in the dumps last week-- agonizing writer's block and all that-- and decided to close the laptop, walk down the street to Izmir Kebab, splurge on greasy take-out, and watch Casablanca. There's nothing that can break the moody blues like Casablanca. I couldn't wipe the nerdy grin off my face the entire film. I felt pangs of patriotism when the folks at Rick's galliantly sang La Marseillaise (I'll save talking about the myth of The Resistance for another day) and even bigger pangs for the wonder (and propaganda) of old Hollywood. Viva, Les Etats-Unis!