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Casablanca

  • 13-04-2011 5:20pm
    #1
    Keen2win
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 153 ✭✭


    Basically, we're doing this as part of our comparative course in the L.C.! There's lots of different opinions as to who Ilsa really loved, Rick Blaine or Victor Laszlow.
    So what do you guys think, I'd have to give it to Laszlow :)

    (A poll would be nice maybe?)


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  • #2
    bonerm
    Closed Accounts Posts: 8,595 ✭✭✭bonerm


    She loved whoever was paying her way.


  • #3
    bnt
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 13,077 ✭✭✭✭bnt


    A place like Casablanca during wartime? Everything had a price, everything was negotiable - including love. Ilsa needed those letters of transit to get herself and Laszlo out - so Rick was naturally suspicious. Was he right to be? I think so, but then I'm a bit cynical about such things.

    Then there's the question of just how much of a mercenary Rick is. He says things like "*I'm* the only "cause" I'm interested in", but police captain Renault seems to recognise something more in him - as does Ilsa. Even at the end, when he hands Laszlo the letters, it's not entirely clear why he does so: was he taking sides, or did he do it for Ilsa?

    You are the type of what the age is searching for, and what it is afraid it has found. I am so glad that you have never done anything, never carved a statue, or painted a picture, or produced anything outside of yourself! Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.

    ―Oscar Wilde predicting Social Media, in The Picture of Dorian Gray



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