Casablanca In…

“We’ll always have Paris.  We lost it but we…  What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That feeling.  Like the ground moved or something.  A dizzy feeling.”

“Oh yes.  Now I feel it.  I don’t know.  Oh wait.  I know what it is.  They’re remaking us in 3D.”

“3D.  What’s that?”

“It’s a way of giving things the illusion of depth.  It’s very interesting.  Things look like they’re actually coming out of the screen.  When you pull out the gun it will look like it’s sticking out of the screen.  You and Claude will look like you are really walking away into the distance.  But the big one is the plane.  When it takes off it will look like it’s flying out over the audience.”

Bogart heaved a sigh.  “Colorize, digitize, and now this.  3D.  Why can’t they leave us alone?”

Bergman shrugged.  “They say it’s the future of movies.”

“We’re a pretty good movie without it.  Some say a great movie.  We’ve got characters.  We’ve got conflict.”  He looked at Ingrid and smiled.  “We have a love story.”

“And Nazis.”

“That’s right.  We have Nazis.  If you’ve got Nazis you don’t need 3D.  You don’t need color.  We’re fine like we are.”

James Cameron doesn’t thing so.”

“Who’s he?”

“He’s the guy who wants to make everything 3D.  He says in a few years everything will be 3D.”

“I think he’s going to ruin the movies.”





About Angus Lewis

My wife and I lived our whole lives in Arkansas until ten years ago. We moved to the Kansas City area in 2011 (a job change). That was the reason for the 'From a Far Country' title. Our children and grandchildren were in Arkansas. Six months ago we sold our house and bought one in Sherwood, Arkansas and my wife moved back down here. Two weeks ago I retired and moved back too. (I'm probably going to try to find something part time to keep me out of trouble.) So maybe the 'From a Far Country' title is not so much of a fit anymore. But I think I'll stick with it. I'm still not home. Not yet. The Bible says we are all strangers and pilgrims here. Our real home is with God and some day we'll be there. We'll be home.
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