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The classic romantic melodrama Casablanca (1942), is a story of a love triangle during the conflict between democracy and Nazi totalitarianism. Casablanca on the coast of neutral French Morocco, where desperate refugees escaping the Nazi terror in war-torn Europe, are victimized by predatory, corrupt Vichy bureaucrats, pickpockets, Shady dealers, by greedy black marketeers, smugglers, thieves, spies, double agents and sleeze bags of all descriptions. Life is cheap, death is often quick and violent. The scum of Europe has gravitated to Casablanca: Predator and prey, victor and victim.
Amidst this turmoil is Moorish atmosphere of Rick's Cafe Americain,
a prosperous cafe/casino fashionable, upscale club, owned by Richard
Blaine, an American opportunist, age 37, he cannot return to his
country. Rick has learned how to survive in the hostile environment.
Rick ran guns to Ethiopia, was a mercenary soldier in Spain. Once an
idealistic revolutionary, now a tough and cynical hardened American
expatriate, who wont stick his neck out for nobody. Rick's place is frequented by the well off low lives. The Vichy puppet
Chief (PrTfet de Police), Capitaine Louis Renault (corrupt official)
Guillermo Ugarte (a slimy black market dealer) and Major Strasser (the
Nazi Gestapo official) are regulars.
Laszlo arrives with Ilsa, Major Strasser, the Nazi Gestapo official can not do anything because this is French soil, but intimidated them anyway. Rick encounters a former lover (Ilsa Lund Laszlo) - now married to a French Resistance leader. the black pianist, Sam jauntily, Loyal and dedicated to Rick, knows that she can bring hurt and heartache again - he politely admonishes her to leave Rick alone ("You're bad luck to him"). Ilsa: Play it once, Sam, for old times' sake. Sam: I don't know what you mean, Miss Ilsa. Ilsa: (whispered) Play it, Sam. Play 'As Time Goes By.' Sam: Why, I can't remember it, Miss Ilsa. I'm a little rusty on it. Ilsa: I'll hum it for you. (Ilsa hums two bars. Sam starts to play - without singing the lyrics. She presses him to sing.) Sing it, Sam. After remaining deferential, Sam is finally disarmed by her alluring charm and gives into her persistent requests. He sings the chorus, as the breath-taking Ilsa listens - and remembers a past love affair - with tears welling up in her eyes: Ilsa is transformed by the passion of the moment. The song unlocks a nostalgic flood of joyful memories of the longings she had for a past love - she is perhaps fearful of her own reactions and of seeing Rick again. You must remember this A kiss is just a kiss A sigh is just a sigh The fundamental things apply As Time Goes By. And when two lovers woo They still say, 'I love you' On that you can rely No matter what the future brings As Time Goes By. Ilsa: Play it once Sam.. for Old time Sake....! Rick hears Sam playing the forbidden song, strides over the music
pauses - and Rick is startled and dumbfounded by the sight of Ilsa -
they exchange a long, shocked look, the first time they have seen each
other after many years.
Major Strasser, the Nazi Gestapo official breathlessly rushes into
the airport hangar and is informed that Victor Laszlo is on the
departing airplane. He said: "I was willing to shoot Captain Renault,
and I'm willing to shoot you," They watch the plane ascend into the air for neutral Lisbon.
Renault suggests to Rick a way out of Casablanca - join the Free French
at Brazzaville. There's a Free French garrison over at Brazzaville [in
French Equatorial Africa]. |
I've got a job to do too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. For Rick, no sacrifice (political or romantic) is too noble or great for their idealized Parisian love - and where he must go (to jail or into exile again?) she cannot "follow": Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that. (She drops her head tearfully. He touches her chin and raises it to gently bolster her up.) Now, now. Here's looking at you, kid. |