My favourite film. Ever. What should have been a mere Bogart vehicle ended up becoming a phenomenon; set in Morocco during World War II, Casablanca is a cauldron of desperate humanity - everyone has an angle here and nothing is more prized than some stolen Letters of Transit which are on sale to the highest bidder.
Fans of Star Wars will instantly recognise the template for Mos Eisley, but it's so much more; the cast are perfect, from Peter Lorre's slimy Ugarte to Sydney Greenstreet as Signor Ferrari. Rick Blaine (Humphrey Bogart) run's Rick's Café Américain - and everybody comes to Rick's, including his old flame Isla (Ingrid Bergman) who seeks only to get her husband, Czech Resistance hero Victor Lazlo (Paul Henreid) to freedom from the Nazis. Outwardly a cynic, Rick finds himself torn between love and his hatred of the Nazis.
This film has it all, but perhaps my favourite element is the dialogue. Sharp, witty and memorable, this film has so many unforgettable and classic lines it's hard to pick one. So here goes; Rick is speaking to his friend Captain Renault, played by Claude Rains;
Renault - “What in heaven’s name brought you to Casablanca?” Rick - “…My health, I came to Casablanca for the waters.”
Renault - “The waters? What waters? We’re in the desert.”
Rick - (Deadpan)“...I was misinformed.”
Here's looking at you, kid... 10/10 from me.