Not that I think this means anything, but

[very_improbable]

Has anyone else noticed that Victor Laszlo totally does not care about his wife obviously still being in love with some other dude that she met in Paris when she thought he was dead? Like, I know he has other things on his mind, but he is just not the slightest bit fazed by any of this business. He's like, "Honey, do you want to tell me anything?" And Ilsa's like, "I have NO IDEA what you're talking about." And he's like, "Okay, whatevs." (Nor does he appear to give a crap at the airport. Rick is like blah blah blah me and your old lady were havin' a lot of angst over here and I Let Her Pretend, and Victor is like, cool, thanks for telling me, I totally don't care.)

kumquatweekend, you're my go-to girl for classic movie ponderation. Thoughts? :)

Comments

[kumquatweekend.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've had the same niggling feelings. No wonder she's still stuck on Rick! He at least feels, y'know, proprietary. I don't know about you, but I'd like my significant other to give a toss if it looked like I might just dash off with an old flame.

[very-improbable.livejournal.com]

Well, a) totally and yet b) I mean, the actual reason he's like this is that his character is underwritten to serve other people's story beats, but if I think of him as someone who, when everyone else is having angst and melodrama, sort of breezes past it like, hey, I was in a concentration camp, I got stuff to do--there's a certain appeal to that. Unflappable characters can be fun, although it doesn't often win them points with the ladies. :)