Yesterday being Thanksgiving and all, I let the anniversary of the completion of principle shooting of Casablanca on November 26, 1942 pass unnoticed. Although it misses the top ranks of most lists of the greatest films of all time, it never fails to score at or near the top of lists of favorites. Never intended to be great art, it none the less is the epitome of what the crass movie-by-committee method of the Golden Age of the American studio system could often achieve it in spite of itself.
Now a revered classic, the production was troubled and chaotic and the film was only moderately successful in its first run. But it swept the 1943 Academy Awards with eight nominations and three wins including Best Picture, Michael Curtiz for Best Director, and Best Screenplay for Julius J. Epstein, Philip G. Epstein, and Howard Koch. Humphrey Bogart was nominated for his first romantic lead as the jaded café owner Rick and Claude Raines got a nod as Best Supporting Actor for his roll as the Vichy French police Captain Louis Renault. Somehow the luminous Ingrid Bergman was denied a nomination as Ilsa. From then on its reputation has only continued to grow.
Warner Bros. producer Hal Wallis bought Everybody Comes to Rick’s by Murray Burnett and Joan Alison, in January 1942 for $20,000, then a Hollywood record for an unproduced play. He assigned the script to the twin Epstein brothers who made major changes in the plot and characters. Veteran writer Koch was brought in later. In addition several other un-credited writers contributed to the script including re-writes by Casey Robinson. The script was in continuous revision throughout shooting. Bergman later said she never knew who Ilsa would pick in the love triangle until handed a shooting script on the set of the final scene. The film’s memorable final line, “Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” was added weeks after principle shooting was completed.
Curtiz, a Hungarian Jew who had relatives still trapped in Hitler’s Europe, was tapped as director only after the first choice, Warner’s ace William Wyler, was unavailable.
|"Play it Sam. You played it for her. Play it for me."|
Several actors were considered for the roll of Rick. Ronald Reagan was mentioned in early press stories on the film, but this was mostly just to keep his name in the papers. Warner Bros. knew that he would enter the service before shooting began. Bogart was a long standing member of the Warner stock company best known for his tough guy and gangster roles often in support of top studio stars James Cagney, Edward G. Robinson, and George Raft. But the Maltese Falcon and High Sierra had recently moved him up to the top ranks of studio assets. With some trepidation he was cast in the unconventional romantic lead.
Likewise, Ann Sheridan—who would have played the female lead as an American as envisioned in the original play—and European beauties Hedy Lamarr and Michèle Morgan were considered before Swedish born Ingrid Bergman was cast as Ilsa. Austrian actor Paul Henreid fresh off a triumph as a suave leading man to Bette Davis in Now, Voyager, was cast as the noble Eastern European resistance hero Victor Laszlo, Ilsa’s husband. Just as he feared, the stiff Laszlo typecast him and prevented him from becoming a major leading man. The large cast also included Warner standbys Raines; Conrad Veidt, an anti-Nazi German who made a Hollywood career of playing Third Reich villains; and Sydney Greenstreet and Peter Lorre, both of whom had appeared with Bogart in The Maltese Falcon.
Max Steiner scored the film, but it’s most memorable musical moments were provided by Rick’s piano playing pal Sam, played by Dooley Wilson, and by the stirring singing Les Marseilles at a critical moment. Wilson made an instant classic of As Time Goes By, a ballad of middling popularity that had been floating around for a few years.
|Captain .Renault hot on the trail of the Letters of Transit|
The melodramatic plot focused on a ridiculous MacGuffin. Letters of Transit were blank documents signed by a Vichy general that supposedly would allow the bearer to travel freely and were the magic documents needed by the refugees crowding Rick’s Café Américain in the French Moroccan city of Casablanca to get to neutral Portugal and from there perhaps to the safety of Britain or the U.S. Two of these letters fall into the hands of proprietor Rick Blaine, a cynical American expatriate with a shady past just as his former lover, Ilsa arrives with her husband Victor. In flashback we learn of a near idyllic romance between Rick and Ilsa in Paris which ends when she disappears as German troops occupy the city. She had never told him of her marriage or left any message as to why she did not meet him at the train station to escape the city with him.
The rest of the film revolves around the search by Captain Renault, at the instance of the Nazi officer Major Stasser, for the valuable stolen letters of transit, and with the moral dilemmas of Rick and Ilsa. In the end the French cop, the crusty American whose “shady past” turns out have been running guns to Ethiopia to be used against the invading Italians and fighting on the Republican side in the Spanish Civil War, and the wife torn between two loves each makes a sacrifice for the greater good.
“…the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.”
Rick explained it to Ilsa in the fog at the airport.
Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life… 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. 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.
Many years later writer Julius Epstein would say that the script contained, “more corn than in the states of Kansas and Iowa combined. But when corn works, there's nothing better.” It certainly worked in Casablanca!