jeśli twoje dziecko najbardziej na świecie kocha filmy, a ty najbardziej na świecie kochasz swoje dziecko, to kup mu cinema speculation - w świątyni, rozdział 04:

So no Bananas, no Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex (But Were Afraid to Ask), no Sleeper. Then my Uncle Roger was dating his soon-to-be first wife, a lovely English girl named Jill, and they took me on their date to see Play It Again, Sam.
Again, I couldn’t believe a guy could be so funny. I laughed from the beginning of that picture to the end. I kind of knew who Bogart was, though I doubt I had ever sat down and watched a full Humphrey Bogart movie (actually Curt showed me The African Queen on TV, but except for the part with the leeches, I didn’t dig it). And I know, at that time, I had never heard of Casablanca. But it didn’t matter. I got the gist. When Bogart said his funniest joke in the movie, “You’re as nervous as Lizabeth Scott was just before I blew her brains out,” did I know who Lizabeth Scott was? Of course not. Could I figure out at twelve that she was probably some old-time actress that Bogart did pictures with? Of course. But later when I watched Elvis in Loving You, during one of the nineteen times NBC showed it on prime time network television, I went, “Oh, that’s Lizabeth Scott.” So, if you’re reading this cinema book, hopefully to learn a little something about cinema, and your head is swimming from all the names you don’t recognize, congratulations, you’re learning something.