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Spoilers ahead, but then again, who isn't familiar with Casablanca,
even if one hasn't seen it?
I've been watching 'Casablanca' over and over again since I bought the
Special Edition DVD, and is there any film out there one can watch
again and again without ever being tired of it? And does any film
appeal to a broader audience? Just everything about it seems to be as
close to perfection as it only can be.
But what exactly is so special about it? Is it its great genre mix,
never equaled by another film? When we think of 'Casablanca' first, we
remember it as a romantic film (well, most of us do). But then again,
its also a drama involving terror, murder and flight. One can call it a
character study, centering on Rick. And there are quite a few moments
of comedic delight, just think of the pickpocket ("This place is full
of vultures, vultures everywhere!") or the elderly couple on the last
evening before their emigration to the US ("What watch?").
But 'Casablanca' is not only great as a whole, it still stands on top
if we break it apart and look at single lines of dialog, scenes or
performances alone. Is there any other film which has more quotable
dialog than 'Casablanca'? 'Pulp Fiction' is on my mind here, and 'All
About Eve' and 'Sunset Blvd.' come close, too, but still I think
'Casablanca' tops everything else. And not only is the dialog great,
it's unforgettably delivered, especially by Humphrey Bogart ("I was
misinformed.") and Claude Rains ("I am shocked, shocked to find that
gambling is going on here"). Many of scenes have become a part of film
history; the duel of 'Die Wacht am Rhein' and 'La Marseillaise' is
probably one of the greatest scenes ever shot (the only I can think of
that would rival it for the #1 spot is Hynkel and the globe from
Chaplin's 'The Great Dictator'), and the last scene is probably even
familiar to the few people who've never seen 'Casablanca'. Am I the
only one who is absolutely convinced that the film wouldn't have become
what it is today if Rick and Ilsa would have ended up as the lucky
couple?
About the performances: So much has been said about the uniqueness of
Humphrey Bogart's and Ingrid Bergman's chemistry as Rick and Ilsa,
about Claude Rains' terrific turn as Renault, about the scene-stealing
performances by Peter Lorre (one of the 10 all-time greatest actors) as
Ugarte and Sydney Greenstreet as Ferrari and about Dooley Wilson
stopping the show as Sam. I'd love to emphasize here two other
performances, one that is not mentioned quite as often and one which is
blatantly overlooked: Conrad Veidt as Major Strasser had a really
difficult task here, as his character is the only evil one, but still
Strasser is not a one-dimensional character, and it took more than 50
years until another actor gave an equally (maybe even more) impressive
performance as a Nazi, Ralph Fiennes in 'Schindler's List'. But why no
one ever mentions S. K. Sakall, who plays Carl, the jolly waiter at
Rick's Café Américain, is beyond me. He has definitely more screen time
than Lorre, Greenstreet and Wilson, and probably about as much as
Veidt, and he's a joy whenever he's on the screen. I simply love his
reaction when the pickpocket ("Vultures everywhere!") accidentally
bumps into him, or the reaction to the "What watch"-dialog. Or how he
says he gave Strasser the best table, "being a German, he would have
taken it anyway". His performance is simply criminally overlooked.
So is there a weakest link in 'Casablanca'? Every film, no matter how
close to perfection, has a minor flaw or two, so one can find them in
'Casablanca', too, if one really tries hard. So yes, one might ask how
much sense the entire mumbo jumbo about the letters of transit makes.
One might point out that Paul Henreid, although his performance is
certainly good, doesn't come close to the greatness of any of his
co-stars. However, the film is so close to perfection that I'm almost
ashamed that I'm so desperately trying to find less-than-perfect
elements.
So whatever films will come, how many sequels will overflow the screen,
and how much junk we will have to sit through, one thing is certain if
we're desperate to see a great film: We'll always have Casablanca!
There is a scene about halfway through the movie Casablanca that has
become commonly known as 'The Battle of the Anthems' throughout the
film's long history. A group of German soldiers has come into Rick's
Café American and are drunkenly singing the German National Anthem at
the top of their voice. Victor Lazlo, the leader of the French
Resistance, cannot stand this act and while the rest of the club stares
appalled at the Germans, Lazlo orders the band to play 'Le Marseilles
(sic?)' the French National Anthem. With a nod from Rick, the band
begins playing, with Victor singing at the top of HIS voice. This in
turn, inspires the whole club to begin singing and the Germans are
forced to surrender and sit down at their table, humbled by the crowd's
dedication. This scene is a turning point in the movie, for reasons
that I leave to you to discover.
As I watched this movie again tonight for what must be the 100th time,
I noticed there was a much smaller scene wrapped inside the bigger
scene that, unless you look for it, you may never notice. Yvonne, a
minor character who is hurt by Rick emotionally, falls into the company
of a German soldier. In a land occupied by the Germans, but populated
by the French, this is an unforgivable sin. She comes into the bar
desperately seeking happiness in the club's wine, song, and gambling.
Later, as the Germans begin singing we catch a glimpse of Yvonne
sitting dejectedly at a table alone and in this brief glimpse, it is
conveyed that she has discovered that this is not her path to
fulfillment and she has no idea where to go from there. As the singing
progresses, we see Yvonne slowly become inspired by Lazlo's act of
defiance and by the end of the song, tears streaming down her face, she
is singing at the top of her voice too. She has found her redemption.
She has found something that will make her life never the same again
from that point on.
Basically, this is Casablanca in a nutshell. On the surface, you may
see it as a romance, or as a story of intrigue, but that is only
partially correct.
The thing that makes Casablanca great is that it speaks to that place
in each of us that seeks some kind of inspiration or redemption. On
some level, every character in the story receives the same kind of
catharsis and their lives are irrevocably changed. Rick's is the most
obvious in that he learns to live again, instead of hiding from a lost
love. He is reminded that there are things in the world more noble and
important than he is and he wants to be a part of them. Louis, the
scoundrel, gets his redemption by seeing the sacrifice Rick makes and
is inspired to choose a side, where he had maintained careful
neutrality. The stoic Lazlo gets his redemption by being shown that
while thousands may need him to be a hero, there is someone he can rely
upon when he needs inspiration in the form of his wife, who was ready
to sacrifice her happiness for the chance that he would go on living.
Even Ferrai, the local organized crime leader gets a measure of
redemption by pointing Ilsa and Lazlo to Rick as a source of escape
even though there is nothing in it for him.
This is the beauty of this movie. Every time I see it (and I have seen
it a lot) it never fails that I see some subtle nuance that I have
never seen before. Considering that the director would put that much
meaning into what is basically a throw away moment (not the entire
scene, but Yvonne's portion) speaks bundles about the quality of the
film. My wife and I watched this movie on our first date, and since
that first time over 12 years ago, it has grown to be, in my mind, the
greatest movie ever made.
"Casablanca" remains Hollywood's finest moment, a film that succeeds on
such a vast scale not because of anything experimental or deliberately
earthshaking in its design, but for the way it cohered to and
reaffirmed the movie-making conventions of its day. This is the film
that played by the rules while elevating the form, and remains the
touchstone for those who talk about Hollywood's greatness.
It's the first week in December, 1941, and in the Vichy-controlled
African port city of Casablanca, American ex-pat Rick Blaine runs a gin
joint he calls "Rick's Cafe Americaine." Everybody comes to Rick's,
including thieves, spies, Nazis, partisans, and refugees trying to make
their way to Lisbon and, eventually, America. Rick is a tough, sour
kind of guy, but he's still taken for a loop when fate hands him two
sudden twists: A pair of unchallengeable exit visas, and a woman named
Ilsa who left him broken-hearted in Paris and now needs him to help her
and her resistance-leader husband escape.
Humphrey Bogart is Rick and Ingrid Bergman is Ilsa, in roles that are
archetypes in film lore. They are great parts besides, very
multilayered and resistant to stereotype, and both actors give career
performances in what were great careers. He's mad at her for walking
out on him, while she wants him to understand her cause, but there's a
lot going on underneath with both, and it all spills out in a scene in
Rick's apartment that is one of many legendary moments.
"Casablanca" is a great romance, not only for being so supremely
entertaining with its humor and realistic-though-exotic wartime
excitement, but because it's not the least bit mushy. Take the way
Rick's face literally breaks when he first sees Ilsa in his bar, or how
he recalls the last time he saw her in Paris: "The Germans wore gray,
you wore blue." There's a real human dimension to these people that
makes us care for them and relate to them in a way that belies the
passage of years.
For me, and many, the most interesting relationship in the movie is
Rick and Capt. Renault, the police prefect in Casablanca who is played
by Claude Rains with a wonderful subtlety that builds as the film
progresses. Theirs is a relationship of almost perfect cynicism,
one-liners and professions of neutrality that provide much humor, as
well as give a necessary display of Rick's darker side before and after
Ilsa's arrival.
But there's so much to grab onto with a film like this. You can talk
about the music, or the way the setting becomes a living character with
its floodlights and Moorish traceries. Paul Henreid is often looked at
as a bit of a third wheel playing the role of Ilsa's husband, but he
manages to create a moral center around which the rest of the film
operates, and his enigmatic relationship with Rick and especially Ilsa,
a woman who obviously admires her husband but can't somehow ever bring
herself to say she loves him, is something to wonder at.
My favorite bit is when Rick finds himself the target of an entreaty by
a Bulgarian refugee who just wants Rick's assurance that Capt. Renault
is "trustworthy," and that, if she does "a bad thing" to secure her
husband's happiness, it would be forgivable. Rick flashes on Ilsa,
suppresses a grimace, tries to buy the woman off with a one-liner ("Go
back to Bulgaria"), then finally does a marvelous thing that sets the
whole second half of the film in motion without much calling attention
to itself.
It's not fashionable to discuss movie directors after Chaplin and
before Welles, but surely something should be said about Michael
Curtiz, who not only directed this film but other great features like
"Captain Blood" and "Angels With Dirty Faces." For my money, his
"Adventures Of Robin Hood" was every bit "Casablanca's" equal, and he
even found time the same year he made "Casablanca" to make "Yankee
Doodle Dandy." When you watch a film like this, you aren't so much
aware of the director, but that's really a testament to Curtiz's
artistry. "Casablanca" is not only exceptionally well-paced but
incredibly well-shot, every frame feeling well-thought-out and
legendary without distracting from the overall story.
Curtiz was a product of the studio system, not a maverick like Welles
or Chaplin, but he found greatness just as often, and "Casablanca,"
also a product of the studio system, is the best example. It's a film
that reminds us why we go back to Hollywood again and again when we
want to refresh our imaginations, and why we call it "the dream
factory." As the hawker of linens tells Ilsa at the bazaar, "You won't
find a treasure like this in all Morocco." Nor, for that matter, in all
the world.
Casablanca is a film about the personal tragedy of occupation and war. It
speaks to the oppression of the one side - and the heroism and
self-deprecation of the other. From opportunists, to isolationists - from
patriots to disenchanted lovers - the film has everything a man or woman
would enjoy. Bravery, courage, intrigue, romance, beauty and love.
Leading
actors to please any appetite. Watching this film is to step back to a
world that doesn't exist - yet to know it. It is to experience lives that
have never been lived - but are "real to you." It is to know pain and joy,
pride and pity for characters that are a fiction - yet are so real that you
can't help but get lost in their story.
Amazing cast, memorable dialogue, unforgettable story. Through this film,
Casablanca will always live in my heart and I will think of its characters
as family.
Seeing it for the first time is truly the start of a romance with ideals
that will live in you long after credits end.
This is a film that MUST belong in every video collection in the U.S. is not
in the world. The stories about it's making are legendary from the constant
rewrites to the apocrypha of casting stories.
What is amazing to me, and the reason I believe it holds audiences almost
spellbound in successive viewings, is the connection with the horrors of
World War II was almost every single cast member. Sidney Greenstreet had
lost a son in combat, and a number of the cast members fled Europe to escape
the ravages of a Hitler regime. Even the evil Nazi character Major Strasser
(played with relish by Conrad Veidt) had left Nazi Germany to escape almost
sure internment and possible death in a concentration camp. Here was a man
who was a legend in German film history as the murdering somnambulist (a
possible warning about the Nazi soldiers to come?) and because of the
vicious anti-Semitism and racism of the Germany of the '30s and '40s, we in
America and in Hollywood were given a great gift.
Everyone in this film is fabulous, but it is the chemistry of Rick (Bogart)
and Ilsa (Bergman) been truly holds the film together. When I saw this film
almost frame by frame in the limited book series of classic films that were
produced in the late 1960s, I was stunned by the subtlety of facial
expressions that conveyed so much of Rick Blaine's character by a marvelous
actor Humphrey Bogart. There is a reason why he was named the actor of the
century.
While every person in the film becomes a real flesh and blood presence, the
story of Rick and Ilsa is the center of this cinema feast.
I must confess that I have seen this picture so many times that I can recite
every single line in the movie to the consternation of my wife who can't
watch it with me anymore.
The line that sticks out the most for me, and which against cheers from New
Yorkers whenever it plays in the theater. It is when Bogart says to the
Nazis seated at his table, "There are parts of New York I wouldn't advise
you to invade." And what makes this line so memorable is that Humphrey
Bogart did indeed star in another motion picture for Warner Brothers where
that very thing formed the basis for the script. That movie was "All
Through The Night." I love this movie too, and I'm not even a New
Yorker.
There have been many attempts to revisit "Casablanca," but only the original
makes you really feel what it was like to live through "The Good War" in a
faraway place like Casablanca in French Morocco.
Even though such trickery as midget airport workers, fog machines and
cardboard cutout airplanes were utilized, this film convinces through its
beautiful story with many layers, and characters that are so well
realized.
If you've never seen this movie before, shame on you and see it immediately.
If you only seen it once, I believe you will come back to it more than once.
This is just about the most perfect film ever made and it is a miracle that
that is so considering that there were so many hands in the pie. (Excuse me
for my mixing my metaphors. It's late, and I get emotional just thinking
about this classic film masterpiece.)
Play it again and again and again and again, Sam.
The Petrified Forest convinced the world Bogart was a bad guy. And for
years he shocked and awed the audience with roles fitting that image.
The Maltese Falcon showed a new kind hero, one with an edge. Bogart,
with all the right things to say and seemingly never losing his cool.
Then came Casablanca and the ages. The man's man comes with a heart.
Arguably, three of his best pictures. All showing a change in a man's
character and the depths of what acting is supposed to be. Maybe it was
Warner Bros all along. Maybe Bogart was simply Bogart.
What can I say about this film that hasn't been said in over 60 years
since its release. Is it a great film? Yes. Is it a showcase for
Bogart? If not, than what else. Was Bogart the coolest guy to ever
live? Absolutely. Casablanca is a different kind of love story, more
likely to infect rather than effect.
She almost makes me believe it every time. When she says, "You're very
kind." Bergman was more than just beautiful. And with Paul Henreid,
Claude Rains, Conrad Veidt and Peter Lorre, cinema magic was created.
But to me, Bogart was the greatest actor of all time. It's hard for me
to believe he died almost 50 years ago. Every time I watch his films,
it's like they were made yesterday. And that's why he is timeless. I'm
still trying to figure him out.
"I should never have switched from scotch to martinis." Is said to be
Bogart's last words. A legend, indeed.
It's one of the great Hollywood legends how George Raft helped make
Humphrey Bogart a leading man by turning down in succession, High
Sierra, The Maltese Falcon, and Casablanca. Maybe Raft showed some good
sense in letting a better actor handle those roles. In any event we've
got some proof in the case of Casablanca.
Check out some time a film called Background to Danger that Warner
Brothers did with George Raft that also featured Peter Lorre and Sydney
Greenstreet. Had Raft ever done Casablanca the film would have been a
routine action/adventure story just like Background to Danger. Instead
with Bogey we get that, but also one of the great love stories of the
century.
Humphrey Bogart set the standard for playing expatriate American
soldiers of fortune in Casablanca. Right now he's between wars running
Rick's Cafe Americain in Casablanca in Morocco, an area controlled for
the moment by the Vicky French government. He's got his fingers in a
whole lot of pies, but Bogey operates with his own code of ethics. He
sticks his neck out for nobody.
Nobody except the great love of his life Ingrid Bergman who left him
mysteriously in Paris as he was fleeing the oncoming German occupation.
She walks back into his life with a husband, Paul Henreid who is a well
known anti-fascist leader.
The rest of the film is a contest for Bogey's soul. Torn between his
great love, his own anti-fascist beliefs, and certain practical
necessities of operating a liquor and gaming establishment in a hostile
environment.
So many things combine to make Casablanca the great film it is. Ingrid
Bergman's lovely incandescence melding and melting Bogey's cynical
screen persona. The indelible characterizations of Peter Lorre, Sydney
Greenstreet, Claude Rains, Conrad Veidt and the whole rest of a 100%
perfectly cast film. And the revival of a great ballad which serves as
Casablanca's theme song.
I say revival because As Time Goes By was introduced in 1931 in the
George White Scandals on Broadway by Rudy Vallee. He made a record of
it which sold quite a few disks back then. But by the merest of
coincidences there was a strike that lasted two years that just began
around the time Casablanca came out. The Musicians Union struck against
the record companies. With no new records being made RCA Victor
re-released Vallee's record and it became a monster hit on revival.
Also when Casablanca came out as if the White House had a personal
interest in the film FDR and Churchill had the first of their wartime
conferences in----Casablanca of all places. Jack Warner must have said
a prayer for that to happen.
There are so many classic scenes and lines from Casablanca you can
write a comment just by listing them. But my favorite has always been
when the Germans have taken over Rick's place and are singing some of
their songs, Paul Henreid goes to orchestra leader and asks him to lead
La Marsellaise. With a nod from Bogey, the orchestra plays, Henreid
leads them and the rest of the non-Germans in the cafe join in. Over 60
years later, one still gets a thrill from that act of defiance.
Bogart and Rains were nominated for Best Actor and Best Supporting
Actor. Any of the others could have been as well. As I said before
Casablanca is perfectly cast right down to minor roles like Curt Bois
as a pickpocket, John Qualen as a fellow resistance leader, and S.Z.
Sakall as a waiter at Rick's. If there was an award for ensemble cast,
Casablanca would have won it. As it was it did win for Best Picture of
1943 and best director for Michael Curtiz.
Casablanca will be seen and loved by filmgoers for generations unto
infinity, as time goes by.
*** This review may contain spoilers ***
Michael Curtiz's "Casablanca" opens on maps while a narrator gives a
detailed exposition of the many twists and turns of Casablanca in the
French Morocco, as a refugee route from wartime Europe...
The Nazi envoy, Major Heinrich Strasser puts it: 'Human life is cheap
in Casablanca." Of course because a man may be executed in its crowded
market before Marshal Pétain's portrait or where a charming girl may
guarantee an exit visa by spending her night with the Prefect of
Police...
Rick's Café is the point of intersection, the espionage center, the
background for Allied offensive, the focal point as refugees from
Nazi-occupied Europe seek to gain exit visas to Lisboa... The
interesting club so well organized, leads to an open arena of
conspiracy, counterspies, secret plans, black market transactions, in
which the games and fights are between arrogant Nazis, patriotic
French, idealists, murderers, pickpockets and gamblers around a
roulette wheel, where a ball could rest on Rick's command against the
settled number 22...
"Casablanca" is an adventure film which victory is not won with cannons
and guns... The action, the fight, the war takes place inside Rick's
walls rather than outside...
But who is this Rick? What is his magical power? His secret weapon?
Rick is the anti-fascist with hard feelings, the former soldier of
fortune who has grown tired of smuggling and fighting, and is now
content to sit out the war in his own neutral territory... Even loyalty
to a friend doesn't move him as he refuses to help Ugarte, a
desperately frightened little courier who is fleeing from the police...
Emphatically, Rick says, "I stick my neck out for nobody." But we know
he will do just that in a very short time, for into his quiet life
comes a haunting vision from his past, the beautiful woman he still
loves and bitterly remembers... She is married to an underground leader
and she desperately needs those papers Rick conveniently now has in his
possession... The cynical Rick's facade of neutrality begins to weaken
as he recalls the bittersweet memories of his past love affair,
memories triggered repeatedly when the strains of "As Time Goes By"
come from Sam, his piano-playing confidante...
But "Casablanca" basic message is a declaration of self-sacrifice...
War World II demanded all! The words stated by Rick at the airport had
their impact: 'The problems of three people don't amount to a hill of
beans in this crazy world.' It goes without saying that Bogart is
incomparable when he seems most like himself... His way with a line
makes "Casablanca" dialog part of the collective memory: 'I remember
every detail. The Germans wore gray. You were blue.'
Intermixed in this intrigue are all the fascinating and beautifully
acted supporting roles
With his customary skill, Claude Rains plays
Major Renault, a prefect of police who is like Bogart in many ways...
He, too, claims neutrality, but is definitely against the Nazis... He
is Rick's most devoted adversary, tauntingly calling the man a
"sentimentalist" and delivering his share of cynically amusing lines...
When he makes a small bet and is encouraged to make a bigger one, he
remarks that he is only a "poor corrupt official."
Ingrid Bergman is fascinating as the lovely heroine, the mysterious
impossible woman of an impossible love, the tender mood of every man,
the love-affair, the quality of being romantic, the traditional woman
enclosed by two rivals, symbol of a besieged Europe...
Paul Henreid is Victor Laszlo, the anti-Nazi resistance leader, seeking
in Morocco the two letters of transit signed by General De Gaulle...
Sidney Greenstreet is the black marketeer on good terms with Rick, the
rival owner of the 'Blue Parrot,' the acceptable face of corruption...
Peter Lorre is Ugarte, the racketeer, the dealer of anything illegal,
the killer, driven into a corner by the Vichy police, who has given
Rick two letter of transit...
Conrad Veidt is the very essence of German rigidity, unfeeling,
unconcerned about life, but firmly believing in the foolish ideology of
his Nazi compatriots...
"Casablanca" covers many highlights: The Marseillaise against the Horst
Wessel song inspiring sequence; the blissful days in Paris; Ilsa's
emotional words to Rick in occupied Paris; the champagne toast; Ilsa's
request to Sam; the poetry of the magic words and the beautiful voice
of Dooley Wilson; Captain Renault's words in the airport; and the
farewell...
The magic that developed from the teaming of Bogart and Bergman is
enough to make a new romantic figure out of the former tough guy... To
his cynicism, his own code of ethics, his hatred of the phoniness in
all human behavior, he now added the softening traits of tenderness and
compassion and a feeling of heroic commitment to a cause... They helped
him complete the portrayal of the ideal man who all men wished to
rival...
One can look at hundreds of films produced during this period without
finding any whose composite pieces fall so perfectly into place... Its
photography is outstanding, the music score is inventive, the editing
is concise and timed perfectly... Bogart's and Bergman's love scenes
create a genuinely romantic aura, capturing a sensitivity between the
two stars one would not have believed possible...
"Casablanca" is a masterpiece of entertainment, an outstanding motion
picture which brought Bogart his first Academy Award nomination (he
lost to Paul Lukas for "Watch On the Rhine") and won Awards for Best
Picture of the Year, Best Director and Best Screenplay...
While there's not anything new to be said about "Casablanca", it's good to
see one of the classics still getting some attention. By most standards it
is at least very good, and there are good reasons why so many still remember
it so fondly. Not everyone who watches it today shares the opinion that it
is a classic, but it's still good to see fans of modern movies giving it a
try for themselves.
The cast is one of its main strengths, not just Bogart and Bergman but also
the fine supporting cast. Rains, Greenstreet, Lorre, and the others are
indispensable to the atmosphere and the story, and each has some very good
moments. It does have its imperfections, but it was not expected to be a
classic or blockbuster - everything you read about the production suggests
that it was made in a rather slap-dash fashion, under constraints that would
have wrecked most other films. It's not hard to see the little ways that
this affected the finished product, such as the times when the plot strains
credibility a bit, or the characters seem to behave somewhat oddly. (In
particular, it might have been even more satisfying if Bergman's character
had been a little stronger - Ilsa is charming, but that's entirely thanks to
what Bergman does with her; the character herself as written seems somewhat
shallow.)
But it turned out anyway to be an excellent combination of actors,
characters, and story, a combination that more than makes up for everything
else. Different viewers probably remember and enjoy "Casablanca" for
different reasons, because it seemingly has a little of everything. While
perhaps not perfect, it is well worth remembering and watching.
*** This review may contain spoilers ***
CASABLANCA is the best treatment ever of the ancient theme of the love
triangle. Set in World War II Casablanca, a Moroccan city under the control
of the collaborationist Vichy French government, the movie starts with a
news wire that two German couriers have been murdered and their letters of
transit stolen. Each letter will permit one person to leave Casablanca to a
neutral country.
Enter Humphrey Bogart as Rick Blaine, owner of the shady but cheerful Cafe
Americaine. Rick is a cynical and hard-nosed man whose motto is, "I stick
my neck out for nobody." Like many a cynic, Rick is an embittered
ex-idealist, still nursing his wounds from being abandoned by his lover Ilsa
(Ingrid Bergman). By chance he falls into possession of the missing letters
of transit.
Enter Ilsa, who comes to Casablanca on the arm of Czech Resistance leader
Victor Laszlo (Paul Henreid), a few steps ahead of the Nazi police. We now
have three people and two letters of transit. Who will reach America, and
who will stay in Casablanca?
I know no other movie that so perfectly balances humor, romance, and drama.
The soul of good drama lies in presenting characters with hard choices, and
few choices are as hard, or as illuminating of the protagonists' makeup, as
the choices in CASABLANCA. All of the characters must decide what they will
give up for love, for honor, and for themselves. The scenes of Rick and
Ilsa's love, years ago in Paris, are some of the finest romantic scenes in
cinema. And the humor, particularly in the person of Casablanca's Prefect
of Police, Louis Renault, has contributed dozens of dry witticisms to our
everyday language - "I am shocked! Shocked! - "The Germans wore gray, you
wore blue." - "I was misinformed." - "It would take a miracle to get you out
of Casablanca, and the Germans have outlawed miracles." So perfectly
blended are these three major elements that you cannot point to a single
shot or scene that should have been eliminated from the movie. Never try to
watch only one scene from CASABLANCA; you will inevitably be absorbed until
the very end of the film. It is little short of miraculous that the
chaotically mismanaged shooting of this movie resulted in such a magnificent
final product; it speaks volumes for luck and for Owen Marks' and Michael
Curtiz' post-production editing.
I have never encountered a movie whose supporting cast was so perfectly
realized. Every minor character is a fleshed-out, realistic individual,
from Sasha to Carl the headwaiter to Rick's competitor Ferrari to the
self-effacing criminal Ugarte. Claude Rains' Captain Renault ("I'm only a
poor corrupt official") steals scene after scene, and Dooley Wilson's Sam is
a refreshingly loyal, charismatic and sympathetic conception from an era
when almost all black characters were rendered as demeaning stereotypes.
The only character who tastes of the cliche is the villainous Major
Strasser, which can be forgiven in a wartime production.
The only film I have ever seen as tautly effective as CASABLANCA is GLORY.
Although the 54th Mass.'s story is arguably superior even to CASABLANCA for
sheer dramatic power and acting talent, GLORY lacks CASABLANCA's wonderful
humor and romance, which causes me to give the edge to Curtiz' classic as
the better-rounded movie. I have yet to see CASABLANCA
surpassed.
Rating: **** out of ****.
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