We had a heated discussion last night comparing Casablanca to Cool Hand Luke. In my mind, one's a great propaganda poster, the other's a rich painting. I've been keeping score with the people though and it is still pretty even. I'm definitely a Cool Hand Luke man. The seasoned writer at my table in his fifties was all Casablanca. What I liked however was that our young waiter, who was working his ass off, spoke up and said, "the question is a no brainer, I'm a Cool Hand Luke man". This discussion went on for quite awhile. And what we came to realize is that there really aren't any films today that you would care to discuss in such detail over Greek flaming cheese. And when the flame was finally out, we were all a bit sad. I'm off on another scout to feel, absorb, and learn. They're taking me to a few sacred Indian sites. Macbeth is laced with mysticism.