|The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
||[Feb. 13th, 2006|12:31 am]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
It only took thirty-six years, but I finally saw The Treasure of the Sierra Madre. It was kind of cool to see where the line "I don't have to show you any steenkin' badges" came from, as well as the archetype of the bearded old prospector who talks nonsense, laughs at everything ("A-hee-hee-hee!") and dances the occasional jig. On the other hand, I'm so used to the cool, collected Humphrey Bogart of Casablanca, Key Largo and The Maltese Falcon that it was kind of weird to see him playing such a pathetic loser.|
I liked it for the most part, but I gotta admit by the end I thought the story had gone completely out of control. The last half hour was comprised of long stretches of secondary characters speaking Spanish without subtitles and needless plot complications piled on top of each other to the point of Perils of Pauline-esque absurdity (the bandits got the gold...but wait, they didn't realize and they left it somewhere...but wait, there's a sandstorm...but wait...) Still, I liked most of it, and I can see why it's considered a classic.