"Casablanca" is, element for element, the greatest film I have ever seen. Every piece of it is a high example of cinematic craft (more impressive, considering the film's chaotic production). The performances are unforgettable, the direction is unshakably solid, the camerawork is precise, and the music is emotionally effective. Then, at it's foundation, you have as fine a screenplay as has ever been written.
Essential cinema. Funny that the leads thought they might be making a turkey when filming then watched it go on to win the Oscar and become a staple on the re-release circuit for decades. Bogart and Bergman were sublime here and given the script to match. Supporting cast was perfection as was the rich cinematography. Too many classic scenes to pick a favourite but perhaps the rendition of "La Marseillaise".
With an inane script mass-quoted to a vomit-inducing degree through generations of brainwashing, this “undercover” horrid piece of Hollywood propaganda is a saturated mess of predictable schmaltz. Hipsterism is the order of the day, as it begs to be lapped up by sheep while asserting uniqueness to itself (despite having substantially none), owing loyalties only to a stale cocktail blend of gimmicks and clichés.
It has a charm to it, but I don't understand how people can call this film romantic. Romance, for me, is made when people open themselves to each other to fill an emptiness in their life that only the other can. Answer me this, what does Ingrid Bergman get from him. Plus, his relation with her, as Kael mentioned it, is no different than one with a hooker. Why is he angry? What does he know about her? Still watchable