It is a deep pleasure to watch actors exude cool from every
pore. Bogart, Bacall, and Sheldon
Leonard are so cool they force habaneros to jump into an icebox, just to warm up. The direct opposite of this deep chill is
Walter Brennan who allows himself to be mocked in every scene he is in, and
that only increases the cool in the other three characters, by contrast.
I hate to say it again, but Howard Hawks is a genius of entertainment. He can take a Hemingway novel and make it
comedic, while not reducing any of the drama.
This film has so much in common with Casablanca, but it is so much
better because the tone is less heavy-handed, and the writing is just a little
better. Perhaps Casablanca makes better
noir, but To Have makes me want to re-watch it, just out of sheer enjoyment.
The film isn't perfect.
In general, it seems to be a symbol of how France needed America to pull
itself out of it's scrapes in WWII, because France is fundamentally
cowardly. Bogart is the epitome of
America, rough, hard minded, business-like, and fiercely loyal. In real life, he wouldn't make a great hero,
but in this particular plot, he fits perfectly.
I think he is too mean in Maltese, too comedic in Big Sleep, too
underdeveloped in African Queen, but here he is perfect-- tough, but fair
minded; smart, and ready to laugh; knows when to be distant and when to be
romantic. This will be one of a couple
of my favorite performances by him.
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