Treasure of the Sierra Madre
Bogart plays and anti-hero across from a quirky Walter Huston, and Tim Holt. The movie is a bit obvious with Bogart's character becoming a real life realization of the parable Huston's character told in the shelter relating to the nature of man, greed, and what gold will do to a man's soul. The end of the movie was particularly susceptible to some awkward, forced deus ex machina, such as the Indian's asking Huston to come revive the drowned boy--who displayed symptoms not consistent with either shock, a coma, or water ingestion--and the bandit's not recognizing unrefined gold in the saddle bags and discarding them. Entertaining if you are the mood for spaghetti Tex-Mex.Labels: four stars, Humphrey Bogart, tim holt, treasure of the sierra madre, walter huston


I never knew this movie has so many famous faces in it: Charlie Sheen, William Defoe, Forrest Whittaker, Johnny Depp, Dr. Cox from Scrubs. It's a nice foil to Apocalypse Now which despite having the older Sheen was only made 9 years earlier. This is a lot more realistic--in Oliver Stone style--and less subtle and poetic than Apocalypse Now, but I enjoy it slightly more; you can relate to Charlie's Chris Taylor than you can to Martin's Ben Willard.
Meh. That's all I have to say about this film. Peter Fonda is nice to look at, Dennis Hooper is an ass. Fun to know they really smoked and did all the drugs shown in the movie. I know this is the beginning of 'new Hollywood', but the scene cuts were schizophrenic and the graphics really poor in comparison to Apocalypse Now and Bonnie & Clyde, especially in the scene where Jack Nicholson gets beaten to death. I also question the intelligence of hiding the money in something as flammable as the gas tank.