A little communication goes a long way

“Richard, I cannot go with you or ever see you again. You must not ask why. Just believe that I love you. Go, my darling, and God bless you. Ilsa.”

Sometimes, and by sometimes what I really mean is most of the time, perhaps even all the time, a little communication and a little more elaboration go a long way. Something I myself have learnt recently is that the hard truth is easier to handle than no truth at all, which is nothing more than a hard pill of pain that can never truly be swallowed. That lump in one’s throat remains, growing more bitter as time goes by. Perhaps a premature end the plot for Casablanca may have come too that very night Ilsa Lund stepped foot into the one gin joint in all the world that just so happened to be under the proprietorship of one Mr. Rick Blaine if a little more communication and a little more elaboration she, in Paris, gave him. Heartbroken, yes, he would have remained, but understanding he would have, for an answer he was given. But just that, an answer, did she never give him, leaving him alone, all alone to consider and reconsider, amidst the weeping of his shattered heart, ALL the things he said, the things he did, the things he should have said, the things he didn’t do and the things he shouldn’t have said. No closure; only questions. Unanswered questions that continue to play over and over and over in one’s head, more and more, as time goes by. Trust, for his fellow man and his own planet does he lose, becoming nothing more than a shadow of his former, happy, trusting self. And is it not this communication and total elaboration, this closure, that Rick so finally gets to hear in all its searing truth towards Casablanca’s end that so sets him on the path to do what is morally the right thing? A long way communication and elaboration go. Trust is forever held sacred and if meet again some sunny day these two lovers did, remain their respect and loyalty for one another, as time goes by, would.

The absolute quintessential film of golden-age Hollywood. Endlessly iconic. Endlessly, endlessly, endlessly! Every line. Every frame. Every character. Every performance. Every setting. Everything! Casablanca is the true most iconic film ever made. It just is. I wish I could dive more into why this is so, and why the film is so legendary, but it just is. It’s so unbelievably easy to fall in love with it. There’s really nothing, nothing at all, to fault with this film. One of the true, absolute most complete perfect works in all of cinema and forever will be.