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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.
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…
John Huston's classic cautionary tale about the way greed corrupts remains one of Hollywood's high watermarks, a prime example of propulsive narrative storytelling, vivid characterisations and irrepresible entertainment, brought to life by one of the finest of all American filmmakers and a cast of titans. Two penniless Americans (Humphrey Bogart and Tim Holt) adrift in Mexico throw in with a canny old-timer (Walter Huston) to prospect for gold, only for paranoia and fear to set in when they strike it rich. In one of his best performances, Bogart fully commits to his morally weak protagonist, Fred C. Dobbs, revealing a man quick to turn on his friends in his desire to protect his harvest, and all too ready and willing…
Bogey can play the biggest asshole in the world and I still love him.
Any poor soul who thinks Bogie has no range must see this film immediately.
Bogey starts this movie as a down-n-out shitbag - one of the first things we see him do is throw a drink into a little boy's face - and only gets downer and outer as it goes on; for a movie about a guy getting destroyed by greed he doesn't seem like he's got much left to destroy, but I guess that just means that you've gotta dig deeper and deeper to find something. This guy's got douchebag built into his bones, though. Even his dreams of wealth are dreams of using it to shit on people even he knows don't deserve it.
And on the other end is a patient, wise old guy who's seen it all, doesn't seem…
They say money is the root of all evil. When I was young, I never understood this phrase, after all, when I was sixteen I had a fun job with a steady paycheck and no real responsibilities, so I was free to just have fun buying DVDs, DVDs, and a few more DVDs. However, with age comes clarity and my view on the world has changed drastically, now I can see what an evil, corrupting influence money really is. Director John Huston clearly saw this as well, as the lust for money hovers over The Treasure of the Sierra Madre like the specter of death. The story follows three down on their luck Americans living…
There is a complaint sometimes charged to John Huston that the only thing holding him back from being one of the great directors is the lack of a visual style. Well, I am here to tell you that he is a great director and he has a distinct visual style. That style just happens to be almost invisible. Here’s the amazing thing about this movie: it is as close to pure storytelling as I think I’ve ever seen. Any visual flashiness would get in the way of the clean lines of the story. And what a story! Everybody’s on top form here: Bogart throws himself into Fred Dobbs with gusto, Tim Holt is a mellow counterbalance. The real star, of…
If there's a better movie made in Hollywood in the 1940's, I've yet to see it.
Is this the greatest movie of all time?
Huston reveals his intent prematurely, and thus weakens the impact of his protagonist's deterioration.
One of the best movies I've ever seen. Spectacularly suspenseful and a remarkably rich story. "Conscience. What a thing."
My dad's favorite movie- I'm surprised how much I remember of it and the last time I saw it was when I was pretty young. My dad always laughed hard at the scene where he tries to put his hat back on after his haircut and it doesn't fit him anymore.
Greed makes monsters of men, and Huston makes a monster of Bogie. It was pretty thrilling to watch Dobs' descent into madness, with his face being lit/made up to seem animalistic and crazed. A great morality play that misleads the viewer as to the identity of its protagonist.