I hate to think how much of my life I waste watching shitty films while the person who chose them snores blissfully away by my side.

Don't mind me I'm having a bad day.

I watched this for one reason and one reason only, and that reason stands 6 foot 5 in his stockinged feet: in that respect I was pretty satisfied. In every other respect... Fairly run of the mill.

Still perfect, still gorgeous and devastating. Gloria Grahame is exquisite and Bogart is at the top of his game.

I first saw it about a year ago; watching it the second time around I was able to really luxuriate in every moment. And I was lucky enough to catch it on the big screen: magic.