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The Big Sleep (1946) -- H. Hawks
My latest theory about
why Howard Hawks' version of Chandler's The Big Sleep is so rewatchable has to
do with its largely incomprehensible plot.
I think the brain is tricked into not remembering (and therefore not
becoming bored with) the details of the film (which I have watched year after
year) because things don't add up. Yet,
The Big Sleep is still compelling as a series of snappy banters written for
Bogie and Bacall interspersed between the great set-pieces that provide the
noir atmosphere. Although not as dark as
the later noirs to come, for the private eye genre, this (and The Maltese
Falcon) really top the heap. My highest honors.
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