You know, this scene is so powerful to me that sometimes I forget that not everyone who watches it will understand its significance, or will have seen Casablanca. So,Ā because this scene means so much to me, I hope itās okay if I take a minute to explain whatās going on here for anyone whoās feeling left out.
Casablanca takes place in, well, Casablanca, the largest city in (neutral) Morocco in 1941, at Rickās American Cafe (Rick is Humphrey Bogartās character you see there). In 1941, America was also still neutral, and Rickās establishment is open to everyone: Nazi German officials, officials from Vichy (occupied) France, and refugees from all across Europe desperate to escape the German war engine. A neutral cafe in a netural country is probably the only place youād have seen a cross-section like this in 1941, only six months after the fall of France.
So, the scene opens with Rick arguing with Laszlo, who is a Czech Resistance fighter fleeing from the Nazis (if youāre wondering what theyāre arguing about: Rick has illegal transit papers which would allow Laszlo and his wife, Ilsa, to escape to America, so he could continue raising support against the Germans. Rick refuses to sell because heās in love with Laszloās wife). Theyāre interrupted by that cadre of German officers singing Die Wacht am Rhein: a German patriotic hymn which was adopted with great verve by the Nazi regime, and which is particularly steeped in anti-French history. This depresses the hell out of everybody at the club, and infuriates Laszlo, who storms downstairs and orders the house band to play La Marseillaise: the national anthem of France.
Wait, but when I say āitās the national anthem of France,ā I donāt want you to think ofĀ your national anthem, okay? Wherever youāre from. Because Franceās anthem isnāt talking about some glorious long-ago battle, or Franceās beautiful hills and countrysides.Ā La Marseillaise is FUCKING BRUTAL. Hereās a translation of what theyāre singing:
Arise, children of the Fatherland! The day of glory has arrived!Ā Against us, tyranny raises its bloody banner.Ā Do you hear, in the countryside, the roar of those ferocious soldiers?Ā Theyāre coming to your land to cut the throats of your women and children!
To arms, citizens!Ā Form your battalions!Ā Letās march, letās march!Ā Let their impure blood water our fields!
BRUTAL, like I said. DEFIANT, in these circumstances. And theĀ entire cafe stands up and sings it passionately, drowning out the Germans. The Germans who are, in 1941, still terrifyingly ascendant, and seemingly invincible.
āVive la France! Vive la France!ā the crowd cries when itās over. France has already been defeated, the German war machine roars on, and the people still refuse to give up hope.
But hereās the real kicker, for me: Casablanca came out inĀ 1942. None of this was āhistoryā to the people who first saw it.Ā RealĀ refugees from the Nazis, afraid for their lives, watched this movie and took heart. These wereĀ current eventsĀ when this aired. Victory over Germany was still far from certain. The hope it gave to people then was as desperately needed as it has been at any time in history.