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...wardrobe of backless satin dresses. Throughout her 20th book, the author honors the great Late Show tradition: in Dodsworth (1936) Walter Huston sighed to Ruth Chatterton, "Did I remember to tell you today that I adore you?" In Casablanca (1942), as the Nazis marched on Paris, Bergman asked Bogart, "Was that cannon fire or is it my heart pounding?" Driscoll tells her lover, "It could never be as beautiful as this again. I want to remember it just as it is now . . . in my mind . . . in my heart." The screenwriters had actors to give their bromides life. Steel has millions...
Hard to see why. The film is no winner but no atrocity either. We are in Shanghai, 1938. Warlords and China dolls are bumping into faded carbon copies of Sydney Greenstreet and Peter Lorre. That must make Penn the Bogart figure -- a hustler and self-styled "Glow-in-the-Dark-Tie King" who helps a prim but spunky missionary (yep, Madonna) find 1,000 lbs. of opium to help soothe the wounds of Chinese soldiers. "Guns cause pain," she says fervently. "Opium eases pain...
...sometimes drops his guard long enough to reveal a flash of erudition (Marlowe has atrocious taste in socks but can quote Browning). Touches of class cater to the tough-guy fantasies of the literati. Albert Camus, whose spare existential novels were influenced by U.S. detective fiction, looked like Humphrey Bogart portraying Sam Spade. Hemingway followed in the footsteps of Mark Twain and Ring Lardner. But it is hard to read such terse narratives as The Killers and To Have and Have Not without imagining gumshoe tracks leading back to Black Mask magazine...
WHILE I CANNOT claim the sleuthing skills of a Humphrey Bogart or a William Powell, it doesn't take too many viewings of Sherlock Homes Faces Death to recognize the tell-tale signs of some malevolent genius at work. Who could...
Integrity is the quality that makes Humphrey Bogart's Rick the most admired character in cinema. The impression that Walter Mondale lacked it, that he would kiss any baby shoved into his arms, lost him the election. And it is the absence of that quality that accounts for the nauseating aura surrounding most of Reagan's lapdogs...