Based on Dashiell Hammett's classic mystery novel (adapted twice before), Sam Spade is our man of the hour (Humphrey Bogart), a tough detective who doesn't sugarcoat anything and pedals hard when he wants information. His partner, Miles Archer (Jerome Cowan), is more than a bit enchanted by their newest client, a certain Miss Wonderly (Mary Astor), who wants protection of her sister from a malevolent boyfriend named Thursby. The private detectives know what to do and when Archer allegedly confronts Thursby, the pleasant detective is shot dead. A half-hour later, Thursby is gunned down. The police and Archer's wife suspect foul play from Spade but Spade is nobody's murderer or fool. Spade is eager to find Archer's shooter and he has a good hunch that Miss Wonderly, who is actually Brigid O'Shaughnessy, might hold some clues. It turns out her story was a fabrication, which Spade had already suspected, and he can sense almost everything coming out of her mouth is a lie.
Then we get to the business of the Maltese Falcon, a sought after statuette of a black bird that holds encrusted jewels. The effeminate Joe Cairo (Peter Lorre) is interested in acquiring it and thinks Sam has it. Then there's the "gunsel" Wilmer (Elisha Cook, Jr., known at the time in Hollywood as the "lightest heavy") who is trailing our detective and whom Spade can easily spot a mile away. Wilmer works for a most jolly, cultured fellow known as Kasper Gutman, the "Fat Man" (a marvelous Oscar-nominated performance by Sydney Greenstreet), who relays the history of the "black bird" that goes as far back as the Knights Templar. Before long, Spade is embroiled in a search for a statuette that is of little significance to him, other than his growing love for Brigid and the mystery killer who shot his partner and Thursby.
"The Maltese Falcon" is so alarmingly fast-paced that, not unlike say "His Girl Friday," you have to keep up with these characters' rapid-fire dialogue to make sense of everything. That is the beauty of a jewel of a movie like this - it never hesitates to keep moving, to keep us on our toes wondering what else will be uncovered and what other double-crosses are headed our way. The clean, crisp dialogue is full of delicious memorable lines like "When you're slapped, you'll take it and like it!" or "Don't crowd me" or even the film's last Shakespearean line delivered by Bogie's Sam "This is the stuff dreams are made of" (a line not in the original novel). Every scene is sumptuously acted and crackles with excitement (further proof that a room full of people talking can be thrilling and suspenseful) - no shot is ever wasted and no scene ever feels out-of-tune. Watching Humphrey Bogart have his way with everyone, and completely fearless, is truly divine cinema. Greenstreet's girth says just as much as his soft Brit accent - such a man with a wicked smile can only spell danger around the corner. Bug-eyed Lorre as Joe Cairo also keeps you on your toes - he threatens Sam with a gun twice in the same scene! Then there's Elisha Cook, Jr. whose eyes well up when he realizes he will be the fall guy for this black bird mess. And, finally, there is the equally divine Mary Astor who is also fearless in her own right, playing one of the most duplicitous femme fatales I've ever seen. And when Sam confesses he loves her and knows that he has to send her away to jail, you feel his regret. Astor's Brigid can't even look at him in the final scene. This is juiced-up, fantastically entertaining noir and it would make a hell of a double feature with "Out of the Past." An American classic.
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