A love romance in a time of war

Angus 2022-04-20 09:01:01

The first movie I saw in an elective class. I think this movie can be rated as a classic, it must be the choice of love in a time of war: sacrifice to help others and help the motherland to recover, or selfishly snatch back the lover and go to the United States to survive. If there is no war background, it's just an open and secret fight between a spontaneity and two men, and there is so much blood...? At first, I thought that I would find a new love after my husband died, but when my husband came back, he abandoned his new love desperately. The old love is the admiration of the heroine, and the new love is the sweet love of the heroine. But in front of the country, the three did not hesitate, and unanimously chose to let the French underground party live. This is the national righteousness of an individual in a certain era, and the girl's affair is not worth mentioning at all. Indeed, the story of the male protagonist helping the underground party was mentioned before, which is a foreshadowing of the male protagonist's final choice. In the end, the sheriff threw away the water bottle, which also showed that he was still patriotic. After a series of observations by the sheriff on the seemingly indifferent and sophisticated male protagonist: helping the Bulgarian couple and handing the precious letter to the second male... The sheriff stood firm on the patriotic side, but the male protagonist actually has a warm and patriotic character Also reflected.

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Casablanca quotes

  • Ilsa: Rick, I have to talk to you.

    Rick: [Rick is drunk] Uh-huh. I saved my first drink to have with you. Here.

    [passes her a drink]

    Ilsa: No. No, Rick, not tonight.

    Rick: *Especially* tonight.

    Ilsa: Please...

    [he pours a drink]

    Rick: Why did you have to come to Casablanca? There are other places.

    Ilsa: I wouldn't have come if I'd known that you were here. Believe me Rick, it's true I didn't know...

    Rick: It's funny about your voice, how it hasn't changed. I can still hear it. "Richard, dear, I'll go with you anyplace. We'll get on a train together and never stop - "

    Ilsa: Don't, Rick! I can understand how you feel.

    Rick: [scoffs] You understand how I feel. How long was it we had, honey?

    Ilsa: [on the verge of tears] I didn't count the days.

    Rick: Well, I did. Every one of 'em. Mostly I remember the last one. The wow finish. A guy standing on a station platform in the rain with a comical look in his face because his insides have been kicked out.

    Ilsa: Can I tell you a story, Rick?

    Rick: Has it got a wow finish?

    Ilsa: I don't know the finish yet.

    Rick: Well, go on. Tell it - maybe one will come to you as you go along.

    Ilsa: It's about a girl who had just come to Paris from her home in Oslo. At the house of some friends, she met a man about whom she'd heard her whole life. A very great and courageous man. He opened up for her a whole beautiful world full of knowledge and thoughts and ideals. Everything she knew or ever became was because of him. And she looked up to him and worshiped him... with a feeling she supposed was love.

    Rick: [bitterly] Yes, it's very pretty. I heard a story once - as a matter of fact, I've heard a lot of stories in my time. They went along with the sound of a tinny piano playing in the parlor downstairs. "Mister, I met a man once when I was a kid," it always began.

    [laughs]

    Rick: Well, I guess neither one of our stories is very funny. Tell me, who was it you left me for? Was it Lazlo, or were there others in between or... aren't you the kind that tells?

    [Ilsa tearfully and silently leaves. Rick's face falls in his hands sadly, knowing that he's said all the wrong things]

  • Captain Renault: [to Ilsa] I was informed that you were the most beautiful woman ever to visit Casablanca. That was a *gross* understatement.

    Ilsa: [genuinely pleased] You're very kind.