“It’s about a girl who had just come to Paris from her home in Oslo. At the house of some friends, she met a man about whom she’d heard her whole life. A very great and courageous man. He opened up for her a whole beautiful world full of knowledge and thoughts and ideals. Everything she knew or ever became was because of him. And she looked up to him and worshiped him… with a feeling she supposed was love.”
Casablanca, dir. Michael Curtiz
One of my favourite films.
I’m the inarticulate man that tries. I’m a pretty good example of true human frailty. I don’t really have all the answers, I have very few of the answers. But for some reason, somehow, I make it.
Happy birthday James Stewart (May 20, 1908 – July 2, 1997)