Sunday, March 16, 2008

This is not a twat rocket.

I am going to sit on the couch, watch Casablanca, and maybe munch some salt and vinegar chips. Who's in?

13 comments:

Al Cad said...

Damn, missed the first half! Ooh, I see you have the restored version with all the scratches and whatnot taken out (but not the Simpsons’ alternate ending, I’m guessing).

nailpolishblues said...

I have the version that has waaaaay too many words for my puny drunken brain.

Oh crap, did I miss that Simpsons' episode...? Damn.

Al Cad said...

Well you really ought to turn off that audio commentary!

Where are you up to?

nailpolishblues said...

Blah, blah, here's looking at you kid...the day after drunken Rick has vivid trip down memory lane and then has memory lane come visiting in the middle of the night.
This is only the second time I've seen this. The audio commentary is turned off but it was written as a play hence the too many words.

You seem to be a fan...

Al Cad said...

I’m there. Ilsa has just revealed to Rick that she was already married to Laszlo when they were together in Paris.

Yes, it’s a fine film – the best of its era. It has something new to offer every time. “I ran away from you once – I can’t do it again.” Not too shabby at all...

nailpolishblues said...

Hmmm, I've had to give it up for the moment. Not in the right mood.

Al Cad said...

Was it the company?

nailpolishblues said...

Ha ha! Of course!

Nah, just tired and boozy and restless.

Al Cad said...

Tired and restless? How typically contrary of you!

Well, I’ll be off. Expected a bigger turnout for this. Maybe the others knew you were liable to pull the plug 20 mins before the end!

TimT said...

Why is it so hard to watch a whole film on the telly? Two hours just seems so loooooong!

I saw Casablanca a few months ago at The Astor, Melbourne's art deco cinema, and almost broke up, despite being a flint-hearted, savage male with no emotions to speak of. Must have been the onions they put in their icecream...

nailpolishblues said...

al cad, 20 minutes before the end..? I've only gotten about 40 minutes in! Still going...

Tim, what is this telly thing you speak of? I bet you sooked into your ice-cream like no-one's business. Er, not that aren't a, what was it...oh yes, flint-hearted, savage male with no emotions to speak of [that's quite typical in poets, yes?].

JahTeh said...

The last 10 minutes is the best.
The story of the making of the film is fascinating. Half the time the writers were working on the script at night for filming the next morning. It wouldn't have been the same film if she hadn't got on the plane and that's when I usually sob up.

nailpolishblues said...

jahteh, quite true. Still, it'd be fun to mess about with the ending, yeah...? Just me then? Oh dear.