Lis and I are watching Casablanca on DVD right now, listening to Roger Ebert's commentary track, so we're paying more attention to how shots are composed and stuff like that.
);)
Victor and Ilsa just walked in the Rick's Cafe Americian, and the camera is tracking them as they walk through. The camera pans over the bar. I say, "Ooh! Irish Mist!"
I blink, and hold my head as I realize the true pathos of what just said. No, not pathos. Patheticness. There's a difference.
We freeze frame and I point out to Lis the Irish Mist, Martini and Rossi vermouth, Drambuie, and Johnnie Walker. "Johnnie Walker Black Label. No, wait. It's a black and white movie. It could be Johniie Walker anything-Label, actually."
Oy.