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About Me
bill morancy
montpelier, vermont, United States
born 1945
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Sunday, May 22, 2011
The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
Humphrey Bogart, Walter Huston w/d John Huston
This classic from 1948 holds up well. Bogie plays a mean little shit...a guy whose love for gold overrides his better nature. Fine pacing, use of locations, casting...the whole thing works much better than almost all the films from that period.
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