So, of course, as soon as I thought one of the movies was drawn out and predictable, the film equivalent of getting a tooth pulled, she goes and enjoys it.
I mention that just to say that some people (the ones who choose the 1001 films, evidently) will feel differently about this film than I do. Also, since I’m about to commit sacrilege by panning a classic, I wanted to make it clear that my wife isn’t to blame.
Yes. That one. I didn’t like The Treasure of the Sierra Madre.
Why? It’s been said that guys like for a lot of people to die very quickly in their films while women enjoy one person to die slowly over the course of a two-hour movie. While I have no idea if that’s true, it’s certainly true for me–I consider those “uplifting” cancer films about as much fun as I do a good protracted dentist’s appointment.
I got the same vibe from this movie. It was clear from the moment they set out to look for gold that Bogart’s character was going to end badly, specifically because the gold fever and the paranoia would get him–so all that was left was to watch the descent into madness. Some people enjoy this sort of thing and look on, amazed, as the virtuoso acting therein.
It’s not my cup of tea in the least, even though the final half hour of the film does pick up the pace as the action comes to a head.
I always like to shout out to any of the cast members still alive today on the extremely unlikely chance that they might be reading. Today’s actor is Robert Blake, who played a young boy in the film and who later went on to become a murder suspect (acquitted) and is in his eighties. Talk about an eventful life…
This one is considered a classic, of course, and probably deservedly so. It’s just that I didn’t enjoy it.
Gustavo Bondoni is an Argentine novelist. His best-known work is Siege, which, he hopes, doesn’t telegraph the ending as much as The Treasure of Sierra Madre does. You can check the book out (and buy it!), here.