Two of the names mentioned most often in Howard Hawks' "The Big Sleep" (1946) are Owen Taylor and Sean Regan. One is the chauffeur for the wealthy Sternwood family. The other is an Irishman hired by old Gen. Sternwood "to do his drinking for him." Neither is ever seen alive; Regan has disappeared mysteriously before the movie begins, and Taylor's body is hauled from the Pacific after his Packard runs off a pier. Were they murdered? And does it even…
Watched the 1945 pre-theatrical
THEY TOOK ALL THE BEST PARTS OF THE BOOK OUT :(
Don't mind the mildly convoluted plot, this one's a winner. The eternally middle-aged Bogie was meant to play Philip Marlowe, and it's a damn shame he didn't do it more often. The female crew of this movie is one of the big highlights, which is especially saying something given the roles women were generally relegated to in this time period. Murky but interesting cinematography. Whip-smart dialogue full of teh '40s giggles.
The Big Sleep, 4 out of 5: This is the quintessential detective story. Every trope you’ve seen parodying or homaging detective series was perfected, if not began, here. That amazing thing is, even after being copied so many times since then, the movie still holds up perfectly and rarely feels dated. Having a cab follow a car, rifling through a suspects desk in the middle of the night, the fedora and trench coat; it all feels fresh and fun. A…
One of the best noirs I've seen so far. Loved it!
I can't really point out anything (other than maybe Bogart's...Bogartism) that's particularly exceptional about it, but this is a rock solid, satisfyingly convoluted, and thoroughly entertaining classic Golden Age noir.
But who killed that one guy!?!? Was it that other guy?! It wasn't? Was it the daughter? No, not that one, the other one. No? Anyone?
Best confusing detective film ever!
Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Loose Women
A Century of Cinema Challenge: 1946
I can't claim to have followed everything happening in The Big Sleep's famously convoluted plot. I can't remember the myriad of characters, which ones were important and which ones were not. And truthfully, I can't really remember what all the killing was over in the first place. I don't even think that I caught why this film is even called The Big Sleep. It may take a couple of rewatches for me to sift…
It must have been quite a thing, seeing this in a pre-Big Lebowski world. However, since there is nothing I can do to wash that genre-busting retrospect tint off my glasses, I must simply acknowledge it and carry on.
The Big Sleep was great entertainment, but it didn't change my world. Maybe that is because The Maltese Falcon was my go-to noir since childhood; maybe that is because, again, I'm watching it in a post-noir world; or maybe, it just…
Wow, this really doesn't make any sense, does it? I mean, maybe it does if you sit down and flowchart it out, but if you're just sitting there with your fingers in the popcorn bucket, it's all one big huh-wha? past a certain point. Still, it thus serves as resounding proof that plot is overrated. A bonus half star for Bogart/Bacall smolder. Also, is Marlowe's bookstore character with the flipped-up fedora brim and shades supposed to read effete book nerd or queer? Or maybe both? Also also, Bogart = most tubercular-looking screen sex symbol ever.
*WARNING! THIS REVIEW IS MORE-ISH*
More twists than an Alton Towers roller coaster.
More cigarettes than outside an airport departures lounge
More sexier than my profile picture
More cooler than a polar bears toe nail
More Bogey than The African Queen and Casablanca combined
More noir than Chinatown
The more I think I about it, the more I loved it.