Casablanca...
A great movie that speaks to people on many different levels in accordance with their varied experiences in life. To some it is just entertainment. To some it is so much more.
We are all Rick at one time or another, sitting there watching the plane sail over to Lisbon, waiting for our turn, wondering if we even have a turn coming.
It's a movie that speaks to the quiet desperation that does tend to swallow up the great mass of men, a quiet desperation that sits so closely to that part in us that is constantly considering that means of escape, that means to move on into a new and different and perhaps more advantageous place.
It's so easy to just sit and watch the plane, sometimes, suffering a dignified sort of slow death, a suffering that is just bearable enough to tolerate, a knowing that not knowing too much might be all that one really needs to strive for.
Renault: What in Heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?
Rick: My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.
Renault: The waters? What waters? We're in the dessert.
Rick: I was misinformed.
Here's the two-minute scene, If you'd like to watch.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8ATo3vNmu0
