Join me as I watch Humphrey Bogart take on Sidney Greenstreet and Peter Lorre—not to mention that duplicitous whore Mary Astor—in John Huston’s version of Dashiell Hammett’s The Maltese Falcon. I compare it to the book a little (it’s nearly identical) and the 1931 version (it’s way better), as well as Citizen Kane and later films noir and hard-boiled detective films.
I complain about Astor’s performance (and general non-sexiness, if you ask me) and about the somewhat repetitive talkiness of the film, but I really do love it. I just can’t quite call it “nearly perfect”. I take it apart and examine the pieces, particularly the character motivations and directorial style and explain what an “automatic revolver” is.
Start the commentary with the Warner Brothers logo, on the countdown.