Review of Casablanca (1943) by Kevin M. W — 12 Feb 2016

Rick is slowly rotting away from the inside out, an ex-pat American holed up in some dusty foreign dump of a African town filled with stinking immigrants and more every day, barely holding on to his sanity, boozed through and through, as World War 2 like a feral zombie (in a Nazi uniform), is eating European civilisation away, when the woman who left him cold back in Paris shows up with her new guy in tow, the girl of his dreams.

What happens next is Hollywood history and always a pleasure to watch unfold, again and again (the truest mark of a classic).