Bogart is our “three day stubble” hero–our five-o’clock shadow warrior. “Tough without a gun,” said Raymond Chandler. Indeed, Bogart as Sam Spade herein disarms a couple of gun-wielding punks through his ingenuity alone. Quick movements. Think fast.
In a tough profession one must roll with the punches. Bogie’s partner is murdered? Life must go on. Extra space on the signage? Put my full name: Samuel Spade.
Yes, Joel Cairo (Peter Lorre) is indispensable. John Huston turns in an astounding film for a first-time director. But the whole enterprise is carried by Humphrey.
There is a reason why Huston was slighted by the French New Wave and Bogart was not. Huston was not at all a bad director. It was just that the discrepancy became clear when the brilliant Bogart was placed at the disposal of Howard Hawks or Nicholas Ray. One needs only watch another juggernaut debut (Breathless by Godard) to see the esteem which Bogie accrued with the French film culture which would give intellectual validity to American films previously considered mere pulp entertainment.