Sam Spade: "When a man's partner is killed, he's supposed to do something about it."
First, what I'm not going to talk about: the
novel, written by
Dashiell Hammett. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy the novel, but I don't love it the way I do the
movie. If you love the novel, add a writeup.
The
classic film noir was released in 1941 and directed by
John Huston. It was written by Hammett and Huston. It's pretty astoundingly
faithful to the novel. It starred
Humphrey Bogart as
Sam Spade,
Mary Astor as Brigid O'Shaughnessy,
Sydney Greenstreet as Kaspar Gutman,
Peter Lorre as Joel Cairo,
Elisha Cook, Jr. as Wilmer Cook, and
Jerome Cowan as Miles Archer.
The
private eye firm of
Spade and Archer take on a simple
snoop case, but Archer gets killed, and someone's trying to make Spade the
patsy. While trying to find Archer's killer, Spade gets mixed up with a bunch of
treasure hunters trying to track down the
legendary Maltese Falcon, a
falcon statue encrusted with
priceless jewels. Spade has to discover Archer's murderer, find the Falcon, keep from getting killed by the treasure hunters, and avoid taking the
rap for Archer's death. That's a
tall order for a cheap
gumshoe.
Beside being one of the best examples of film noir, this is also one of the best films ever made. The directing, the acting, the story are all
first-rate, and the
dialogue -- Oh God, the dialogue -- there are not many movies out there with as much
snap in the
patter as "Maltese Falcon".
This is one of those movies that gets better and better and better every time you watch it. If you haven't seen it yet -- and yeah, I'm afraid I'm going to have to require
all of you to see this -- run out and rent it. Yes, tonight. Go.
Detective Polhaus: "What is it?"
Spade: "The, uh, stuff that dreams are made of."