I had never seen Casablanca. I didn’t know anything about it, except that it’s a “classic.” I didn’t even know that it was actually set in Casablanca. I thought maybe it was named poetically, that the story alluded to the exotic Moroccan decor or something.
Romantic emotional tension keeps the viewer of this film on edge through its entirety. Add to that the hostilities of the Nazi advancement during World War II to make a film that’s anything but dull. Paul Henreid (Victor) and Humphrey Bogart (Rick) are situated on either side of Ingrid Bergman (Ilsa), loving in very different ways. Rick is mysterious and illusively corrupt. (Who doesn’t love a bad boy with a soft interior?) Victor is a human rights activist with a subtle romantic streak. Honestly, I would choose Victor Laszlo over Bogart’s Rick any day of the week; Ilsa didn’t appreciate what she had.
Overall, I have to say, I was impressed. In fact, it might go down as a favorite.
“Here’s looking at you, kid.”