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The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
The nearer they get to their treasure, the farther they get from the law.
Fred C. Dobbs and Bob Curtin, both down on their luck in Tampico, Mexico in 1925, meet up with a grizzled prospector named Howard and decide to join with him in search of gold in the wilds of central Mexico. Through enormous difficulties, they eventually succeed in finding gold, but bandits, the elements, and most especially greed threaten to turn their success into disaster.
A masterwork of outstanding direction, terrific screenplay & brilliant performances, a highly fascinating but equally unsettling illustration of poverty, desperation, greed & its corrupting power, and still retaining all its potency despite being nearly 70 years old, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre is one of American cinema's finest works that not only ranks amongst the best films of the 1940s but is one of the greatest movies ever made.
Based on the novel of the same name, the story of The Treasure of the Sierra Madre is set in Mexico during the 1920s and follows two down-on-their-luck Americans who meet an old prospector and convince him to help them mine for gold in the Sierra Madre Mountains. Reluctant at first, the…
The longer Bogart stays on screen the darker his face becomes, the whites of his eyes and the pearls of his teeth the last trace of his dwindling humanity, fighting back the growing mistrust. His journey through the film shows a man who has waited a long time in life for this chance and he intends to make the most of it. Whatever the cost.
That sentiment becomes an overbearing presence in his mind, be it the foreman who tries to cheat him out of money, the wild bandits roaming the hills or the creeping paranoia that wedges itself between Hobb's and his co-workers. The more the trio of men scour the land, the more disturbed and insecure he becomes.…
One small step for man, one giant leap for Hollywood. A landmark turning point in the business, Madre was one of the very first to shoot almost entirely on location, resulting in an unheard of 6 months of shooting. The painstaking details have lived long, gracefully aging this story like the finest wine you've tasted. A classic that time has proven will live forever. Walter Huston's performance only turns your ideas of prospecting wild men completely upside down with spellbinding charm. The roots of Daniel Plainview seed their way back to Huston's face in this.
Nobody puts one over on Fred C. Dobbs.
Sometimes timing is everything. John Huston was trying to get this film into production as early as 1942 but all that was halted when he was activated by the U.S. Army as a documentary filmmaker. When he returned from the war, Humphrey Bogart had continued his rise in popularity that started with Huston's first film, The Maltese Falcon, and was one of Hollywood's biggest stars by this point. He now had final approval on the screenwriter and director of whatever films he would star in. Knowing what Huston had planned on making next, Bogey's decision was already made. It wasn't the first great collaboration between the two, and it wouldn't be…
Ah, as long as there's no find, the noble brotherhood will last but when the piles of gold begin to grow... that's when the trouble starts.
Gee, look! Zack posted yet another five-starred review. Doesn't this guy have any other defining characteristics apart from blind worship and glowing admiration?
Deal with it.
Oh Lordy, how I love this movie. If you thought some of my other reviews were shameless in praise and hyperbole, you ain't seen nothin' yet!
The Treasure of the Sierra Madre is the Jesus Christ of films.
...? What?! That's impossible! I've already made that ridiculous claim about another movie? Oh, well. This gives me a chance to come up with something more subtle and maybe a little less arrogant instead.
Here goes: The Treasure of the Sierra Madre is more important to me than your life. I'd rather watch you die…
There is just something to this flick, something extra special. Every scene is vital, gripping, authentic. Slap some color to it and you'd swear it was just as real as There Will Be Blood. You can taste the dust. And calling the performances iconic or transcendent or whatever trivial superlative you want to lather them with only minimizes the sheer breadth of life that is brought to the characters of Howard, and Dobbsy, and Curtin. You know these men like you know your family. Especially Howard. The legend of all legends. And then to have one of them exit the picture like a punk out of Green Room, for 1948, is astoundingly violent and cathartic and chilling.
"Badges? We ain't got no badges. We don't need no badges. I don't have to show you any stinking badges."
Humphrey Boggart plays about the complainiest sonofabitch ever in film.
Treasure of the Sierra Madre is at times a taut and often rollicking adventure tale of men's greed, paranoia and treachery.
The entire time I couldn't help but bemoan the thought that Roy Scheider never got to be the Humphrey Boggart of his generation. I really feel the two were cut from the same rugged cloth.
One of the strongest of all American movies. Three Americans stranded in Mexico dig for gold and strike it rich--and the writer-director, John Huston, "looks on," as he says, and "lets them stew in their own juice." Bogart is the paranoid tough guy, Fred C. Dobbs; Walter Huston is the toothless, shrewd old prospector; Tim Holt is a blunt, honest young man. With Alfonso Bedoya as a primitive bandit who makes one appreciate civilization, Robert Blake as a Mexican boy, and Bruce Bennett, and the director himself as the victim of Bogart's cadging. From the B. Traven novel; Ted McCord was the cinematographer; Max Steiner wrote the terrible score. The first section (about 20 minutes), set in Tampico, with Bogart…
Scoffing beans and, without a second to spare, windpiping a harmonica...who does that!?!?! Almost as hilarious as "Three shots of Rye!", or as astonishing as Robert Blake's child appearance. Let alone the unmistakable Kookaburra goof (although that ties in with the tall tales warping of the predominant setting).
Only a Dad could do that, and only a child could usher that idiosyncracy out so beautifully. The Treasure of the Sierra Madre is incredibly immediate, a masculine fantasy and truly despairing, a pure Huston MacGuffin vehicle of sweaty learning curve legend, subtly snaking around the intricacies of gold fever, human frailty and quintessential folly with an almost unbearably foreshadowed cynicism. Whilst a rare sight, Bogie always shines in his nastier roles,…
Top 5 Huston.
Huston kills it and we see the dark side of a Bogey.
I guess A SIMPLE PLAN is my favorite version of this sort of thing but this is probably the best Huston I've seen.
This movie was entertaining enough, but mostly because it's always interesting to study the oldies. If only to experience the way they used to act, talk and fight (or their version of it:) in movies back then. But as far as being a good movie, it just isn't. It might have been the shiiiiit back in the day, but now it's just a lot more adorable than it is good.
I actually wanted to watch is as it was featured on some of the list of best Treasure Hunt-movies of all time. So I was expecting it to be about finding a particular treasure, and not about simply gold digging. So that was a disappointment.
I'm glad that I watched…
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