I have never been a big fan of black and white films. I mean there is nothing wrong with them, I just haven’t seen very many and I have slept through most of the ones I have seen. So when my husband said we should watch Casablanca for a date night, I was hesitant. I put him off for over two years but finally one night I caved. What I was expecting was a silly romance story, something trivial with a really weird pace, one of those scroll Instagram and half-watch movies. What I got was an engaging movie about spies, intrigue, and star-crossed lovers all set against a WW2 backdrop in a little border town called Casablanca.