“Casablanca” is often referred to by critics as America’s
most beloved movie. The subject of what makes it so has been endlessly
dissected and examined; conversations which have yielded a myriad of valid points
that all ring true. Yet, after watching the film, it seems the protracted
scroll of writings on the subject of “Casablanca” is not articulated in a way
that fully delivers a satisfying answer as to why it works so well. The film
has a unique charm to it that you can’t quite put your finger on, even though
everything that has been said or written comes collectively close. I think it’s
this elusiveness that attracts viewers to “Casablanca,” ultimately bestowing
upon the origins of the film’s beloved qualities a sentiment personal to each
viewer that all the essays and criticisms can never fully capture.
Directed by Michael Curtiz, “Casablanca,” in a way, became
the little film that could. Based on an insignificant, unpublished stage play
called “Everybody Comes to Rick’s,” Warner Brothers purchased the screen rights
and moved into production under a new moniker: “Casablanca.” Despite the respected
cast and crew, no one involved in the production conceived this as a project
bearing any extraordinary qualities. It was simply a film like any other, thus
attracting little expectation. But upon its release, “Casablanca” became that undervalued;
overachieving draft pick for Warner that went on to score Eight Academy Award
nominations, eventually taking home three, including Best Picture for 1943.
Set in French-controlled Morocco during WWII, “Casablanca” follows
American expatriate Rick Blaine, a hard-boiled cynic who runs a popular
nightclub and gambling den. "Rick's Café Américain" attracts a tossed
variety of clientele, including European refugees, Nazi officials and the only
woman he ever really loved: Ilsa Lund. Her darkening Rick’s doorway complicates
his allegiance to being an island and living by his personal code, which he
repeatedly sums up as not sticking his neck out for anyone. When he comes into
possession of two letters of transit, he is confronted with the decision
of whether or not to give them to Isla and her husband, thus connecting him back
to the mainland.
One reason “Casablanca” is such an intriguing picture is the
theme of adopting a duplicitous nature for the sake of survival .When
these characters and their dueling motivations collide at Rick’s gin joint, it
creates an interesting suspense, wondering who will cave and act according to
the dictates of their true selves. If necessity
is indeed the mother of invention, then war time generates a need for
individuals to invent an alter ego in order to protect their interests. Several
of the main characters exhibit double-dealing qualities to guard what is
personally at stake. In the case of Rick, his hardened exterior of neutrality
becomes an obvious ruse for his true sense of nobility and justice. For Ilsa,
her commitment to her husband and his work as a Nazi resistance leader work
overtime to restrain her true feelings for Rick, which, incidentally, she also
conceals from her husband. Finally, the corrupt Captain Renault continually
acts to appeases Nazi officials, but harbors a sympathetic adherence to
anything opposing the Third Reich.
And while this suspense may be the pulse of the film, its
beating heart is the thwarted romance between Rick and Ilsa. To fill the
audience in on their romantic past, a series of flashbacks chronicles their
short, yet meaningful time together in Paris. Aware of the oncoming invasion by
the Nazis, they resolve to flee Paris together the next day. However, Rick is
left soaking in the rain on the train platform, as Ilsa proves to be a no-show,
leaving Rick unable to heal as his wondering what happened to her picks away at his
wound.
When Ilsa finally does show up, with a husband, no less, the
audience begins to churn over the possible explanations just like Rick has been
doing for so long: Did she get tripped up by the Nazis on her way to the station?
Did she get the wrong departure time and platform? Was she just funking with
Rick’s heart for some nefarious purpose? Or is she just a classic two-timing
hussy getting her kicks on Route 66? Whatever the reason, it simply turns out
not matter because it’s Ingrid Bergman, and the guilt and pain scrawled across
her angelic face would soften any man’s heart. Rick proves no exception, and as
their muddled past becomes untangled through explanation, their romantic link
is once again reunited, which only serves to amplify the heartbreak when Rick
heroically sacrifices his second chance with Ilsa for a greater cause.
However, having said all of that, I can’t feel too
sympathetic toward Rick for being left on the platform in Paris. From the
outset, Rick and Ilsa’s number one relationship rule was to not ask each other
questions about their pasts. So effectively they each fell in love with an
illusion. Illusions are dangerous people because they don’t have any flaws, not
at first, anyway. But when those flaws are inevitably discovered, the reality
can be crushing. If a guy like Rick is going to open his heart so extensively
to someone he doesn’t even know, he is taking a risky and foolish move, which
doesn’t engender a lot of compassion for his tricky situation.
In realizing Rick and Ilsa, Bogart and Bergman generate a
cool, effortless chemistry, that feels subtle and
realistic, which seems unique in a film from an era where onscreen romances
tended to drip with melodrama. Instead, their love is grounded and relatable,
but ultimately torn apart by the unreal circumstances of WWII. Ironically, it’s
this cleavage of their love that makes Rick and Ilsa such an unforgettable
onscreen couple because it creates a foggy and fascinating terrain through
which they must traverse, not knowing what will await them on the other side.
Legend has it that during production, two scripts existed
with alternate endings, one with Rick boarding the
plane and one where he
remains behind in Casablanca. Apparently, the cast did not know which version
would be chosen for filming up until the day they shot the scene. They
obviously made the right decision to go with the version that ends up in the
film. If Rick had boarded that plane with Ilsa, it would have turned the
experience into another happily-ever-after affair like so many others. Not that
there is anything wrong with that. However, Rick’s decision to put ideals first
exhibits a restraint, elevating their relationship to bittersweet status,
making it distinctively haunting. Ultimately, I think the filmmaker’s choice
boiled down to courage over commercialism. In going with the latter, they
displayed a commitment to the accuracy of the story, which is something I think
that viewers appreciate when they watch “Casablanca.” It’s not necessarily the
happy ending, but it’s the truth and it respects the audience enough to be able
to handle it just fine.
If the dialogue is indeed the lyrics to “Casablanca,” then
“As Time Goes By” is literally and figuratively the film’s tune. The American
Film Institute ranked it second on their list of the 100 greatest songs used in
cinema. It’s simply irresistible and perfectly encapsulates the mood of Rick
and Ilsa’s bittersweet romance, particularly given its message of enduring love.
And no matter how much time goes by, “Casablanca” will always prove that the problems
of three little people do amount to more than a hill of beans in this crazy
world, especially for current generations and those still to come.
Favorite Line: “Casablanca”
produces such a laundry list of notable quotables that it’s difficult to
settle on just one. Of course “Here’s lookin’ at you, kid,” “We’ll always have
Paris,” and “Louis, I think this is the beginning of beautiful friendship” are
all classics. So for the sake of going against the grain, I’ll say my favorite
line is uttered near the end of the film when Rick is holding Captain Renault
at gunpoint, coolly threatening him to put down a telephone, saying, “I’ve
got my gun pointed right at your heart.” Unfazed, the corrupt Captain Renault
wittingly responds, “That’s my least vulnerable spot.”
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