The Maltese Falcon (1941)
(Dir. John Huston) (Wri. Dashiell Hammett)
Noirvember (1 of 10)
I decided to kick off Noirvember chronologically and start with a Bogart picture. Firstly, why don't we get posters like these anymore? Not necessarily hand drawn, but in the more square format or fat rectangular? I suppose it made sense with VHS boxes being thin, bookish rectangles, but DVDs and Blu Rays lend themselves to a square package a la the CD. Blu Rays almost commit but end up looking like midget DVDs shelved awkwardly alongside them.
Back on topic, I didn't have many expectations beyond knowing this is a classic staple of the genre. One expectation I did have was your typical, growling, iconic Bogart and well- he's kind of a mad man in this. Sam Spade is a grinning, griefless, violent, scheming, joking, bullying lunatic with a death wish. Most noirs leave me unconvinced romantically, but his fall for the compulsive liar Ruth (Mary Astor) makes perfect sense to me. Or maybe they're both pretending. Either way, they're on equal footing when it comes to sanity.
Sam's secretary Effie (Lee Patrick) decays along the way, but early on she's kind of a sisterly, sidekick who might work alongside Spade in a more equivalent society. The scene where she reports on Archer's widow with a Sherlockesque breakdown is sharper than anything Spade does. She's rolling his cigarette for him in more ways than one. Unfortunately, this dimension of her character is abandoned shortly after.
Speaking of decay, Peter Lorre's introduction is by far his character Joel Cairo's finest moment. Lorre was (type) casted perfectly as the strange, beady, accented little fellow. The bit with the gun almost feels like a comedy sketch and played straight works twice as effectively.
The Maltese Falcon is a snappy picture, hooking you in from the jump with lots of fragmented details to piece together. There's a peculiar case from an untrustworthy client, a double murder, and an affair all to be reconciled in time. The audience is usually a step behind Spade, ignorant to the affair, ignorant to his intuition when being lied to, ignorant to how he's slipping his tail, etc. There are some major developments you can guess early on, but you don't lose any interest in watching it all unfold. A very tricky feat for a mystery.
The only real gripes I had were the redundant text crawl and the couple long stretches of exposition that made it redundant in the first place. Contrary to most, I think exposition is fine if you can slip it into a conversation rather than a monologue. That way there's character interaction to go along with it which can also provide information rather than just a lecturing page and a half.
I like that Huston's adaptation doesn't pack the dialogue so thick with quips that it sounds unnatural. Spade dishes it out the heaviest, but of course a psychopath will have his quirks. The movie closes with a memorable line, as all noir's should. The twist ending is also pretty brilliant but we have Hammett to thank there.
Overall, this is my favorite Bogie performance yet. Probably my favorite classic detective noir as well.
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