Casablanca

It's far from a great film, but it has a special appealingly schlocky romanticism, and you're never really pressed to take its melodramatic twists and turns seriously.

Casablanca is as ineffectual as a Collier’s short story, but with one thing and another -- like Bergman, Veidt and Humphrey Bogart -- it is a pleasure of sorts.

It is excitingly acted, smartly directed, and tells a story crammed with suspense, characterization and action. The cast of players is enough to fill the theatre alone, for it includes some of the finest players Hollywood has to boast about.

Warners have been generous in fitting fine players to roles that become gems, each in its own way, through the incisive handling of Claude Rains, Sidney Greenstreet, Peter Lorre, Dooley Wilson, S. Z. Sakall and Joy Page.

Claude Rains, as a French captain whose sympathies do not jibe with his uniform of allegiance to Nazi rule, gives a grand performance.

It may not be the best of its kind ever, but it is good melodrama.

Casablanca returns to theaters to enthrall us with Rick and Ilsa's war torn love, while also cementing itself as one of the best movies ever made.

With an incredibly gripping narrative, filled with unforgettable characters and endlessly quotable dialogue, Casablanca is a heart-wrenching and inspiring tale of sacrifice, love, integrity, and the power of patriotism. The greatest movie ever made.

Casablanca is best enjoyed for its production values...

Rick and Ilsa. Laszlo and the letters of transit. Captain Renault and his charming corruptibility. "As Time Goes By." "Here's looking at you, kid." You know the routine. So round up the usual accolades for one of the greatest films ever made.