Film

The Big Sleep

Name: The Big Sleep
Genre: Mystery, Crime, Thriller
Released: 1946
Cast: Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, John Ridgely, Martha Vickers, Louis Jean Heydt

Bogart's Marlowe wades through a plot so tangled that even William Faulkner, hired to help write it, apparently lost track of who killed the chauffeur. The film shrugs this off entirely — it's not about solving anything. It's about wisecracks, cigarette smoke, and the crackling first-date tension between Bogart and Bacall. If you want plot logic, look elsewhere; if you want style as pure oxygen, this is the source.

TMDb rating

7.6

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