It's pretty easy to see that the problems of this crazy world don't matter worth a hill of beans compared to the desires of us two little people.

Rating: 7/10 (2 June 2000)

My how the world has changed since Rick Blaine gave up his exit visa in Casablanca so that Elsa's husband could continue his important work in the fight for freedom. There in that same desert, unknown to Rick and Louie, our Hungarian map maker in the employ of the British was busy selling the plans for the defense of Tobruk to Rommel's Panzer's so that -- let me see if I get this right -- he could get a used plane to fly into the desert and pick up the undoubtedly dead body of his lover, who just happened to be someone else's wife. No shooting the Gestapo colonel, no "Round up the usual suspects." Instead, it's informing on an incomprehensively grand scale for personal pleasure. Lucky our hero wasn't in Eisenhower's headquarters to filch a copy of the plans for Overlord, or Rommel would have been in full force on Omaha, Juno and Utah Beaches, Private Ryan would have been lying dead in a French field, and our standard morning greeting in this country would be "Sig Hiel". This is, without a doubt, ethically the single most offensive movie I've ever seen, its warm reception and rave reviews a testament to the decline of the West.