Casablanca (1942) – Top 100 of All Time
Continuing my journey through the Top 100 Greatest American Movies of All Time (1912-1996) I watched the number 2 spot which I heard a lot about and its quality, Casablanca by Michael Curtiz. I’ve finally watched it and must say it is a lot of things I didn’t anticipate being. I knew it belonged to the romantic genre which gets any guy calling for a death wish when watching alone however, to my surprise I survived, and liked it a lot. It takes place in, like the title says, Casablanca, Morocco during WWII, a time when it was under France which itself is under the Nazi Germany occupation. It’s a refugee bus stop, a final spot for many to get to America, the safe haven. In all this we got a bar owned by the American main hero, Rick who “happens” to intervene a lot by helping many people get to his home country. Seems quite simple.
The biggest thing you will get out of this movie is the relationship between all the characters. If you don’t like it, high chances are you won’t like the anything else, but that’s difficult given how it intervenes effectively throughout many important bases. Somehow I was able to be invested in all the characters, who if you think about, are kind of jerks (specifically the main female supporting). My eyes widened at a particular moment because I didn’t expect her to act the way she did. The movie actually sets realistic stakes and weaves them with a fairy tale like approach. Maybe this description works only for me, but that’s the feeling I get consuming anything pre-70s (I mean listen to this and don’t dare telling me you don’t get the same vibes).
Casablanca ultimately succeeds because it appropriately uses visual storytelling to build up the viewer’s interest and then explain it a minute or so later. The actors do a wonderful job and their roles all hold the strings of the film together by having to work with a screenplay (by Julius J. Epstein, Philip G. Epstein, Howard Koch) that serves strong interactions. An effective tale that manages to interest even the least of romantics like me.
Wrote this while listening to random songs from pre-70s. I know a pretty vague time specification, but I’m too entranced into the music to bother checking. It was a delight. Also “As Time Goes By” is *muah*.