This is a freakin' classic film. And for good reason. The older and more cynical I get, the more I like it. If you haven't seen this movie, do yourself a favor and Netflix it immediately. Pop it in, sit back with a glass of scotch and immerse yourself in the world of Sam Spade, private eye.
Spade and his partner, Miles Archer, are hired by a mysterious and beautiful woman to shadow a man named Floyd Thursby. Of course it goes awry and Miles is shot. A few minutes later, so is Floyd Thursby. Sam has to navigate through the increasingly labyrinthine turns of the case. At the center is the eponymous falcon statue, such a small thing to have such a high human cost. Sam must find the object without falling prey to one of the three interested parties, each one willing to kill to keep it from the others, and also solve the murder of his partner before the cops decide to pin it on him.
It's a landmark film and one of the best ones Bogart ever did without Lauren Baccall.
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