On November 26, 1942 the world could watch the first shots of Michael Curtiz film Casablanca, with Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman
Casablanca, 70 years for a Myth, 70 years of a unique film. Review by Martin Cid
1942. The world is under the most devastating event in its History. Two character masked under the pale signs of lies, politics and an old affair Who are them? Black and white and Mr. Bogart manages his bar smoking a cigarette, wearing a white jacket, waiting calmed the world came suddenly to him. There are French and North American people and pickpockets and, overall, the deep eyes of a girl whom he loved far away. The flames of love, those eternal flames buried under new partners and ideologies, new enemies and a song, La Marseillaise. There are two worlds face to face now and we all must choose the sides of our hearts. Guilty or innocent, sinner or robber, saint or bandit. Who can win the eternal conflict between the heart and the reason? And… Time Goes By. The piano player is still here, eternal Sam, looking at the eyes of his employer but… boss? Who can design the flames of destiny in a world to show us the craziness of the Humankind? There’s a time for heroes in Casablanca, there is a time to choose. True love or save the world? It’s a basic decision and the end of the film and, of course, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, a friendship that began 70 years ago. There was not screenplay but there was something much better than it. There were talent and actors, true directors trying to tell us true good stories. The golden dawn of movies and a movie to complete the perfect circle that contains a perfect love triangle. Who can stop now the continuous passage of time, the becoming, the dying world that dies today, that died on November 26, 1942. A birth for dying in every shot, the beginning of a beautiful friendship that marks the end of a true love. Sacrifice, truth and films. That was in fact a beautiful period for films and Casablanca would be its most significant example for generations, forever and ever.
Far away, the plane has gone and he will never see her again. There’s a little smile in his lips while he smokes the first cigarette without her.
It’s time to grow up but it is time to remember again.
Today and 70 years ago, something important happened.