Film

The Maltese Falcon

Name: The Maltese Falcon
Genre: Mystery, Crime, Thriller
Released: 1941
Cast: Humphrey Bogart, Mary Astor, Gladys George, Peter Lorre, Barton MacLane

The film that essentially invented the private-eye archetype on screen: shadowed offices, clipped dialogue, a plot that keeps slipping sideways as everyone lies to everyone else. Bogart's Sam Spade is unsentimental to the point of cruelty, and the mystery matters less than watching him work out who's playing him. Tight, dry, endlessly quotable — the true start of American film noir.

TMDb rating

7.7

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