I’ve just watched Casablanca for the umpteenth time, and it never fails to move me. The War in Iraq will not generate its own equivalent of this film, because no one involved is fighting for a noble cause. American troops are under the command of a regime that supports torture and trumpets a nonsensical oil-worshiping superstition, with zero moral authority, called Christianity. Iraqi citizens slaughter one another over competing versions of an inhumane, centuries-old myth. Self-sacrifice appears only in the guise of suicide bombers, who give their lives not for the furtherance of freedom and human dignity, but for the continued propagation of religious tyranny. The only link between Casablanca and the events of our own day is the modern version of the reprehensible Signor Ferrari, who takes advantage of every awful situation to feather his own nest. If Sydney Greenstreet were still alive, would it be possible to cast him as Halliburton?