The Treasure of the Sierra Madre [Blu-ray] | ![The Treasure of the Sierra Madre [Blu-ray]](http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ooXrzDnZL._SL500_.jpg) | Director: John Huston
Actor: Humphrey Bogart
Studio: Warner
Category: DVD
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Rating:  136 reviews
Format: Black & White
Media: Blu-ray
Running Time: 126 Minutes
ASIN: B001P829VY
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Ranked at No. 30 on the American Film Institute's list of the 100 all-time greatest American films, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre is a genuine masterpiece that was, ironically, a box-office failure when released in 1948. At that time audiences didn't accept Humphrey Bogart in a role that was intentionally unappealing, but time has proven this to be one of Bogart's very best performances. It's a grand adventure and a superior character study built around the timeless themes of greed and moral corruption. As adapted by writer-director John Huston (from a novel by enigmatic author B. Traven) it became a definitive treatment of fate and futility in the obsessive pursuit of wealth. Bogart plays Fred C. Dobbs, a down-and-out wage-worker in Mexico who stakes his meager earnings on a gold-prospecting expedition to the Sierra mountains. He's joined by a grizzled old prospector (Walter Huston, the director's father) and a young, no-nonsense partner (Tim Holt), and when they strike a rich vein of gold, the movie becomes an observant study of wretched human behavior. Bogart is fiercely intense as his character grows increasingly paranoid and violent; Huston offers a compelling contrast as a weathered miner who's seen how gold can turn men into monsters. From its lively opening scenes (featuring young Robert Blake as a boy selling lottery tickets) to its final, devastating image of fateful irony, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre tells an unforgettable story of tragedy and truth. With dialogue that has been etched into the cultural consciousness (who can forget the Mexican bandit who snarls "I don't have to show you any stinking badges!") and well-earned Oscars for John and Walter Huston, this is an American classic that still packs a punch. --Jeff Shannon
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 I love this movie January 7, 2010
H. Fontsere (Decatur, GA USA)
0 out of 1 found this review helpful
I've seen this movie many times now, and I wanted a copy of my own. This one did not disappoint me, and I enjoyed the extra disc with Special Features.
 There's never a dull moment in this classic . . . and we ain't got no badges! November 23, 2009
Fry Boy (Orlando, FL USA)
0 out of 1 found this review helpful
This is the film that features the famous "badges" quote parodied in "Blazing Saddles," not to mention by most every one in every American company that requires a badge. The line in this movie is as follows: "We ain't got no badges. We don't need no badges. We don't need no stinking badges!" It's spoken by an actor named Alfonso Bedoya playing a bandit named "Gold Hat." The actor dominates each scene he is in, coming across as quite intelligent despite a set of bad teeth. He actually looks like the genuine article (as I perceive it, anyway), as though plucked right out of that location and era.
The key characters in this movie are all grimy and swarthy, just what you would expect from down-on-their-luck gold prospectors in 19th-century Mexico. Everyone plays his part well in this feature, from the slightly nutty Walter Huston (Howard), to the likeable Tim Holt (Curtin), to the ultimately greed-infected Humphrey Bogart (Fred C. Dobbs). The acting is especially first-rate when Bogart is outfitting a burro with sacks, all the while muttering to himself and venting.
While I highly recommend the film, I do believe that Bogart's transition from nice guy to greed monster is a bit too rapid or, perhaps, inconsistent, which is more the screenplay's fault (or the director's) than anything else. Fred C. Dobbs seems all crazy about gold in one scene, then too even-keeled in the next before getting back to wacky Gold Dust Dobbs again. Sure, maybe it could go that way, particularly if one is periodically left alone with one's thoughts, but nevertheless his decay seems a bit unnatural.
A great film November 16, 2009
Richard Franks
0 out of 1 found this review helpful
Timeless adventure film with Bogart. This is one of Bogart's finest films. You will never forget the famous line "I don't need no stinking badges."
Classic - all time favorite November 13, 2009
Bruce Fox (Lone Tree, Colorado USA)
0 out of 1 found this review helpful
In my opinion, one of the best movies of all time. Probably Humphrey Bogart's best movie and Walter Huston is excellent. A tale of greed, adventure and descent into madness which covers many aspects of human behavior. As always, older movies are not as slick as current releases, but this movie has the acting and script to make a modern movie viewer take interest. The movie is directed by John Huston (Walter's brother), who also appears in a cameo role. I have to admit being a sucker for black and white movies from the 30's and 40's. They just don't make them like this any more!
 Greed. The Final Frontier. November 5, 2009
Yasha Banana
2 out of 13 found this review helpful
What's the big deal with this movie?
Oh, people just *love* it! Oh, it's so *great*! Oh, what a WONDERFUL story!
Are you kidding me?
Get off it, pal. There wasn't one car chase in the entire movie. Not one.
What, Mexicans can't drive cars? (Nice way to stereotype a minority.)
And who got schtupped in this turkey? Tell me. Nobody. No sex. No nookie. No guy coming up to Bogie and asking him if he wanted to see "peectures of my seeester."
And where were Jack Benny and Mel ("Si-Sue-Cy") Blanc?
The only good part of this movie was when Humpty Bogart came out of the barber shop all dolled up and sees a prostitute walking down the street. Of course since the movie was made in 1948 and, as such, Bogie wasn't issued genitalia by the prop department, nothing happened. But, by God by Golly, his *heart* was in the right place!
I especially liked the prostitute scene because the prostitute was played by Ann Sheridan who, back in the day -- and I have this on good biology-based authority -- back in the day Ann Sheridan was one of the horniest babes in Hollywood. (OH, YEAH!)
"How horny was she???"
(Thank you Ed McMahon, wherever you are.)
Ann Sheridan was so horny that when she walked down the street the L.A. Fire Department was not only put on full alert but was also force-fed vitamin-enriched saltpeter.
In short, this was some *smokin'* dame. (Ow-Ooowwww-Oooooooowwwwwwwww!)
So how did John Huston, et al (and, by the way, who *did* eat Al?) did John Huston, et al, utilize this magnificent morselminine pulchritude? No way. ... We glimpsed her. ... That was it! We *glimpsed* her uncredited derriere. (Sacre bleu! C'est dommage!)
What?, Humpty Bogart couldn't have gone over to her and asked her to stand on a mirror? Tim Holt couldn't have propositioned her? ("Cookie for some nookie, toots.")
What?, Hump, Tim and Wally Huston couldn't have asked her to come along with them to look for gold? Why not?! Wouldn't it have delighted the critics, wouldn't it have been "simply marvelous" to see all four of them huddled around the campfire, eating pork 'n beans, farting, playing "Spin the Bottle" and otherwise feeling each other up?
In deep focus.
Oh, how the critics would have swooned!
Instead, what's the flicker about? Three smelly guys -- hiking, digging, kvetching, spritzing.
Moreover, what was wrong with Humpty Bogart wanting ALL the gold? Isn't that "The American Way"? What possible objection could any good red-blooded CEO have to screw-screw-screwin'-'em-all?
You do that long enough, Pilgrim, you'll not only get on Charlie Rose's show, the archbishop will dedicate a hospital in your name.
Frankly, I would have like to have seen Humpty Bogart drift over to the set of "It's A Wonderful Life" and show Jimmy Stewart how a savings and loan company *should* be run. Take all the townspeople's money, shove Clarence the Angel into the river and schtup the beejeebers out of Gloria Grahame. YEAH! OH YEAH! YEAH, BABY!
Humpty Bogie may have gotten enough money together for a shave and a haircut, but did even one of these three guys take a *bath* during the movie? Come on, you know they didn't. You know they stunk up the flophouse. You know they smelled like limburger cheese. ("Moe-Larry-the-cheese! Moe-Larry-the-cheese!") You know you wouldn't let even your terminally ugly sister go out with any of these slimeballs.
(Am-I-right-am-I-right?)
And, come on already with Wally-World Huston. Two knuckleheads meet this Gabby Hayes wannabe in a flophouse and all of a sudden they all go looking for gold.
Ri-i-i-i-iight!
Walter Huston couldn't find his rear end with three hands and a posse.
Meanwhile where's that cutie-pie Ann Sheridan while these three idiots are looking for gold? I'll tell you where she is -- playing hide the salami with the badgeless, libidinous Mexicano bandito. ("Condom, condom, I don't need no stinkin' condom, Ann-baby!")
Now be honest, what would you rather see: three brain-addled morons driving picks into the side of a mountain or Ann Sheridan plowin' away, workin' on the railroad with Speedy Gonzalez?
And John Huston, the director, The Great White Hunter -- shooting an elephant in his pajamas. (How Groucho Marx and an elephant got in his pajamas, I'll never know.)
And, still, how you *rave* about how wonderful this movie is! Oh, you must see it, you-must-you-must!
And why? Because it's supposed to teach us a moral? But what's the moral: don't be greedy? Whooooaaaa! Hold on, comrade, "don't be greedy"? Are you serious? What are you a commie, a godless pinko-commie? If the moral of this movie is to not be greedy then, pal, THIS MOVIE IS SUBVERSIVE! Why, buddy-boy, it's downright un-Amurican! Encourage American NOT to be greedy! What next, a musical about Karl Marx? An afternoon special: "The Life and Loves of Nikita Krushchev." An episode of "Dancing With the Stars" featuring The Little Baby Jesus? (That other little cocker-commie.)
Don't you know what it says in the Beatitudes -- "Blessed are the greedy, for there's a sucker born every minute. And two guys to take 'im."
You want to *not* be greedy? OK, I get it, you want to ruin capitalism; is that it? ... CONSTABLE!
You may think you're foolin' other people but you're not kidding me, buddy. If you were Tim Holt, out there in the desert, alone with Humpty Bogart, you would have shot him, took all the gold and bought custom-made inflatable dolls of all 36 Rockettes. (And if you're a chick, the South Carolina Gammecocks.)
Or else you would have sunk a wad of dough in an all-lesbian version of "12 Angry Men."
Or bought shares in an electric yo-yo factory.
Or gleefully have invested with Bernie Madoff, avant la deluge.
So, pleeeze, cut the crap, Farrell -- this movie isn't a classic. And it isn't about no stinkin' morals. Morals! Morals! We don't need no anarcho-existential, pseudo-diluvian, neo-Kantian, post-Freudian, pre-Thelonious, quasi-Proustian, contrapposto, hippie-dippie, swishy-wishy, smelly-welly, Woody-no-goody, John-Wayne-of-a-pain, John-Huston's-a-goosin', stinkin' morality tale!
Know what this movie sorely lacks? ... Chicks! ... And lots of 'em!
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