City of Tides

After seeing the title pop up in every “best movies” list I’ve come across, I finally decided to watch Casablanca.

Holy crap, that was a good movie. I mean, wow. That was the most well written movie I’ve seen in a long time–possibly ever. I mean, the characters! It had real characters, with depth, motivation, and personalities! The lines were so unbelievably smart, and the plot was engaging and complex, cinematic and utterly human, theatrical while remaining completely believable and understandable. There were times during the film when I would actually say to myself aloud, “damn this is a good movie!”

Now that I’ve finally seen the movie, I’m thoroughly disgusted and repulsed by the thought that my father, of all people, thought “they” should make a sequel. While we’re at it, let’s add to the Sistine Chapel. You know, a painted floor might be a good idea. Since it was such a hit, let’s make it entirely out of brown patina!

Dad, come on. No way.