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416 pages, Paperback
First published November 1, 1992
My main takeaway from Harmetz is that years of good manners toward racism and fascism created a void in U.S. movies, so that when Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, Warner Brothers with the conscience of Harry Warner in control was the only studio that had a project ready to fill the gap. Casablanca rushed into the breach and has resonated ever since.
Harmetz lays out the chapters according to the pre-digital model of pre-production, principal photography and post-production. The process becomes a kind of a plot, which Harmetz knows how to arrange with flashbacks. For example, Round Up the Usual Suspects positions Warner Bros. between the run-ups to WWII and The Cold War. In 1938, The Breen Office rejected the script for Confessions of a Nazi Spy because “Hitler and his government are unfairly represented”; then in 1947, studio-head Jack Warner names the screenwriters of Casablanca as communist sympathizers before HUAC (243-6). While the general public tends to think of WWII as the “greatest generation,” the studios with the exception of Warner Bros. ignored the human rights abuses against European Jews in the lead up to WWII; then, once the war was over, even Warner Bros. sold-out the very people who made one of the definitive movies of the era. Harmetz lays out the details, but goes easy on indictments.
Casablanca contains its own indictments. Why is Rick an expatriate along with Sam? What did Rick think he could do in Ethiopia or Spain that he couldn’t do in the U.S.? From uncredited Murray Burnett to the Epsteins to Howard Koch, Casablanca was shaped by Jews whose religion or politics made them pre-mature anti-Fascists. Philip Epstein’s enlistment was rejected because he criticized Nazis before doing so became fashionable. Julius Epstein would eventually enlist in the Navy (53). Howard Koch would spend a decade on the blacklist. It’s with bitter irony we listen to Rick say of the impending Nazi invasion, “I’m on their blacklist already, their roll of honor.”
Casablanca’s I-told-you-so lines should make us ask, “How did the screenwriters get so much right so fast?” They were not “pre-mature anti-fascists,” but opponents to fascism’s long tradition. When Ugarte says, “Rick, watching you with The Deutsche Bank just now, one would think you have been doing this all your life." So as the House of Representatives seeks Deutsche Bank records in vain in 2019, another generation sells out once more.
Harmetz follows Casablanca all the way to the cacophony of its highbrow critical theories. Umberto Eco interprets the movie as an “intertextual collage,” “a hodgepodge” of “glorious incoherence” (348-9). J.P. Telotte analyzes the motif of thievery, giving us “the comforting notion that the stolen can eventually be stolen back” (349). Even stolen love, apparently.
After all her research, Harmetz allows herself a personal anecdote about the movies and WWII (353). The anecdote turns back to the “grays” of an ambiguous world. So Laszlo’s Czechoslovakia would fall from German to Soviet influence, and then a year after Harmetz’ book was published, Czechoslovakia would become two different countries. It seems Casablanca needs darkness, so its grays stand out in contrast; and the market for darkness remains strong.