Is classic, in fact, the definition of sexy? Classic never dies. Breton stripes never die. Ideal love never dies. Vanilla sky never dies. I knew I liked classic for a reason. Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca (1942) is forever. And so is Humphrey Bogart. Some say the most romantic kind of love is the unfinished kind. I say that’s for the romantics that kid themselves they are romantics. A romantic knows ideal is imaginable, therefore possible.
And so is style. Forever.
A brand new movie, song or dress that have a classic cherry on top feels both fresh and forever. Think of Paris. It wasn’t made yesterday, yet it always feels sexy. Crisp. Did you just hear the sound a bite of a warm croissant makes? I know I could almost taste it.
Casablanca‘s style and emotional feel has its roots in the black and white, high-contrast style of the German Expressionist filmmakers. In Expressionism, the filmmaker tends to distort or bend reality for an emotional effect. See? In love, it is quite the opposite. Nothing distorts, reality doesn’t bend. However, this might be one of the reasons some things are not meant to be forever. For things as Casablanca to be born and make a world, throughout generations, grasp on its beauty.
Beauty is one of the things all of humanity is searching for. Alongside truth, and justice.
Truth is fundamental to style and whenever kid enters the scene, for a second, we forget about everything. Something just takes our breath away. That’s another movie.
A cynical American expatriate struggles to decide whether or not he should help his former lover and her fugitive husband escape French Morocco is the plot line of the film on imdb. Casablanca won the Oscar for best picture, best director and best writing, screenplay.
We can always choose us and when we do us, it is possible for us to find truth, beauty and justice in us, at first. Then, maybe, in Paris. Because We’ll always have Paris. Not another movie.
Champagne is popping up. Tchin-tchin, or the courage to actually live the love!
PS: I wonder who is talking now writing this. Might Richard be the ultimate romantic of them all? But what is life without the moments that take your breath away? Oh, life… Paris. It makes lovers find each other.