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The
Maltese Falcon (1941)
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Director:
John Huston |
COUNTRY
USA |
GENRE
Crime/Mysery/Film
noir |
NORWEGIAN
TITLE
Malteserfalken |
RUNNING
TIME
100
minutes |
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Producer:
Henry Blanke |
Screenwriter
(based on the book by Dashiell Hammett):
John Huston |
Review
The first ever film noir? Yes, probably,
but how could they know? Dashiell Hammett's novel had already been
filmed ten years prior, but debutant John Huston takes the detective
film genre to a new level with this dynamic, nonchalantly playful
mystery. It is fresher than most film noirs you'll see, because it
hasn't established itself anywhere. Huston just keeps pushing limits,
approximating his hero to his femme fatale, enclosing them in paranoia,
pessimism, apathy and arrogance and letting their true spirits be up for
interpretation until the very end. It isn't so much a mystery of a bird
as it is a mystery of characters, and what is brilliant is how Huston
lets them remain exuberant and teasingly mischievous until the very end.
Bogart downplays his character to perfection, never letting his feelings
show, but always staying on top of his game. And that grin could save
any scene from ridicule. Add Peter Lorre in superb form and you just
can't lose. Through Huston's crisp script, packed with delightful
dialogue, the film twists and turns (subtly, never abruptly) through
deception, cigarettes, murders, indifference, sex (yes, implicitly),
more cigarettes and Bogey's snooty investigation. The ending's
indisputable conclusiveness is a bit disappointing, but nothing more
than one would have to expect. Besides, we already had our fun.
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