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.