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Casablanca is a film that just gets better every time. With each viewing, my love and appreciation for it grow stronger. Because of this, it had been on its way to becoming a favourite of mine for a while now, and last night I had my most special viewing of it as I got to see it in the cinema for its 80th anniversary, and it has been this experience that has finally placed Casablanca amongst my all-time favourite films. Truly a perfect film.
31 years later, Terminator 2 at the cinema still rocks, and if you ever get the opportunity to see it there, I highly suggest that you TAKE IT! A warning though you will be earraped by the pubescent shreiks, squeals, and voice breaks of Edward Furlong.
T2 genuinely holds up (although my dad thinks otherwise): the action sequences and set-pieces remain all-timers, the stunts are some of the best performed by Hollywood, and the practical effects still kick arse. The…
I've lost count of how long ago the credits rolled, but it doesn't matter because I'm still sitting here utterly stunned and in complete awe of the film I have recently witnessed. I'm lost and unsure of how I'm even supposed to process it. It was like an existential comedic Yakuza beach party or something. I really don't know. But one thing I do know, though, is that whatever Sonatine was, it was absolutely fucking incredible.