OK, Finally...

Danielle picked up Casablanca from the library the other day and when we had an evening free we finally sat down and watched what our culture has tought us is the second or third best movie ever made. It's true; we had never seen it. I only had the vaguest idea of what it was about but I sure recognized like six quoetes from it.

What was it about? Redemption...and some Scandinavian chick who fell in love with a dude who smokes and looks older than he is and then she leaves him waiting on a train platform in Paris as Nazis invade without explanation because she discovers the resistance leader dude she was married to who she thought was dead from a concentration camp was actually alive and now several years later she has to rely on the startled resentful man she abandoned who is in a position to secure her and her husband visas to the U.S. but he is filled with confused feelings of lingering love and the sting of ultimate rejection and the hollowness that remains and he must face down his own bitterness and apathy and choose between a potentially selfish love he never thought would return that may satisfy in the short term and the truth of his position to do good and ensure another's happiness and return to a life of conviction and purpose. Casablanca wants me to ask myself what is truth, and what is love.

In closing, it really was a good movie, they aren't full of crap. But it is so old that the color has totally faded out of the film strip or something because everything was just various shades of gray.

Danielle liked it too. Here is a direct quote: "Dude, for a movie that's like 70 years old, it was pretty good!"