keep cool but care
Huston’s strong compositional sense, particularly in the North/South axis, is otherworldly, with characters in the same scene veering from towering menace to lowly milksop via judicious camera placement.
Despite the witty banter, tight plotting, great acting and Spade being a bit of a hoe*, cannot wrap my head around him genuinely going gaga for Brigid while simultaneously calling her out on her bullshit, like, all the time. (Plus, they spent what, maybe 10, 15 minutes together, tops?)
*Just liked the wordplay, not a judgement on who he fucks.
Probably had nowhere to go but disappointment-ville after the brilliant beginning and it surprisingly stays pretty great until you figure it out or the big reveal but then you are left with a lot of questions that can’t be adequately answered while also being ticked off with the knowledge you were hoodwinked.
It's been proven over the years that comedies are routinely ignored in favor of dramas during awards season. Now that *could* explain how the only Oscar nomination that this jugular-bursting belly laugh fest earned was for Pike's perverse portrayal of a half-person/half-palimpsest/half-psycho*, while Dickens, Coon, and Perry were curiously not even nominated. That reasoning could also explain how Flynn was excluded from a best adapted screenplay nod for a flick that did gangbusters business and was the filmic go-to conversation…