Directed by: Michael Curtiz
Starring: Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman, Claude Rains
Casa-what now? Nope, never heard of it. Pretty good movie, though. Strangely enough, it was full of all these lines that other people quote all the time in other movies and just life in general. Must be a coincidence.
During the second World War, an escapee from a concentration camp comes to Casablanca, Morocco, which is a hot spot for people trying to get out of Europe and away from the Nazis. He learns that some transport visas were recently stolen and are now in the possession of Rick, the proprietor of the most popular nightclub in town. What complicates matters is that Rick is fiercely neutral in just about everything, and also the guy’s wife is the only woman he’s ever loved.
I’m sure I don’t need to tell you this, but Humphrey Bogart is fucking great in this movie. He almost carries the entire thing by himself. Just the character of Rick is so culturally relevant and just plain fuckin’ cool that you almost don’t even care about the story (which is good) or the other actors (who are more than good). Ingrid Bergman has a couple of those powerful emotional moments that actors love, and she’s really pretty and everything, but Claude Rains as Rick’s erstwhile friend and captain of the local police is a close second to Bogie. The relationship between those two characters is worlds more interesting than the love affair, at least in my opinion. In any case, yes, Casablanca is a great film. If that’s a surprise to you, I don’t even know what to say.