Minus one ingredient, "To Have and Have Not" would be another and a tiresome "Casablanca"--replete with an opiate air of international intrigue, whispering French restaurant proprietors, and dusky piano--but spicy Lauren Bacall provides the condiment to make the film a tasty, if not tasteful, Bogartian dish.

The Look, as Miss Bacall is under-statemently known, hasn't got the face, the figure, the legs, or the traditional dramatic techniques that make Ingrid Bergman Bergman, Greta Garbo Garbo, or even Hedy Lamarr Lamarr--but that long, low, luscious glance, that invitingly mysterious voice--o-o-oooh!

Bogart and Becall are a team destined for a "two-hour wait for seats, please." When Lauren oozes out "I'm hard to get, Steve--all you have to do is ask me," or "Whistle when you want me; I'll be across the hall," the stage is set for an out-of-the-corner-of-the-mouth-remark from Bogart. And she doesn't need the content of those lines to make the audience groan; her first speech consists of "Anybody got a cigarette?", and half the audience expects Humphrey to pull out a carton of Camels.

"To Have and Have Not" has little to offer beyond the scope of "Casablanca" except for two memorable characterizations in minor roles. Walter Brennan outrummies W. C. Fields in a sympathetic portrayal of lovingly barflied Eddie,, and Hoagy Carmichael "plays it again" with more stuff than Dooley "Sam" Wilson.

Despite a shift is the setting from North Africa to Martinique, the present film is nothing more than the latest is the series of stock Bogart melodramystical vehicles. Nothing that happens in "To Have and Have Not" is much of a surprise, but the movie as certainly--and perhaps deservedly--destined for a fantastically gigantic audience. Few will be the moviegoers who will be able to resist both Bacall and Bogart; dramaturgy is hardly to blame. jal