A couple of vastly different cinematic classics play the museum's big screen this weekend. On Friday at 9 p.m. is Casablanca, the all-time great from 1942 with Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman as the star-crossed lovers in North Africa at the height of World War II. Highly quotable and filled with great supporting performances from Claude Raines, Sydney Greenstreet, Peter Lorre and others, it's been endlessly homaged and parodied over the decades, but it stays with you because it's more than just a love story: It's about a cynical, bitter man coming to believe in something bigger than himself again. Truly, the problems of two people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world, which is why every attempt to do a sequel (or in one case, a TV series with Starsky & Hutch's David Soul) has been misbegotten.
On Saturday, also at 9 p.m., is 1984's Ghostbusters, which admittedly doesn't have much in common with Casablanca aside from being quotable, unless you are somehow able to relate Bogart and Bergman's affair to Bill Murray and Sigourney Weaver's, and acknowledge that when your girlfriend is possessed by Zuul, Gatekeeper to Gozer the Gozerian, you have to be willing to cross the streams of your photon packs before the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man destroys New York City, or something. Look, it's just awesome, all right? Tickets each night are $4. —Zack Smith