That used to be my favorite movie. Unwaveringly so. Unabashedly so. I loved that movie. I’ve probably seen it dozens of times.
But now I really don’t have a favorite movie anymore. I’m just not that sure of myself anymore maybe. I don’t hang tight to positions like I used to. Now I know how much everything means and counts and I just can’t commit I guess.
Back then I used to find the movie so romantic and passionate. I felt a kindredness with Humphrey Bogart’s character as well as Ingrid Bergman’s. But now, if anything, I feel like I’m more of a Victor Lazlo. But come on….who wants that? No one ends up happy in that movie and that simply isn’t my trajectory. It’s not something I want to believe. It’s not something I want on my radar. So…..even though I own the movie I don’t think I’ve seen it in over a decade.
But this movie is still on the list of ones I won’t pass up if I happen upon them while flipping through live TV. As would be…..
50 first dates, Avatar, Secretary (Spader/Gyllenhaal), The Breakfast Club, and a handful more. But are any of them my favorite movie? Nope.
This is probably the same reason why I’ve never gotten a tattoo and why I rarely make it a point to see an artist perform live or go to events. I just can’t commit to things that wholeheartedly. I rather just like to go with the flow of life and enjoy what’s presented. I’ve stumbled into things I never would have had a chance to see or know about that way. Stumbled into realities I never would have guessed.
Sooooo..no more Casablanca for me.
“Here’s looking at you” world!!