The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948)
A moody revisionist western cemented by haunting cinematography and Humphrey Bogart's increasingly unhinged performance.
Directed by: John Huston
Cinematography by: Ted D. McCord
Country: United States/Mexico
Genre: Adventure/Drama/Neo-Western
The story follows Fred Dobbs (played by an unhinged Humphrey Bogart) and Bob Curtin, two U.S.-born vagrants driven to Mexico in search of work. Broke and desperate, the two eventually meet an old prospector who entices them with stories of riches, and the three men head to the mountains in search of gold instead, where outside forces and personal greed constantly threaten their safety and sanity.
His stylized cinematography is most apparent later in the film where it takes on hallucinatory levels of contrast; his lighting makes each branch of every tree look like clawed hands and tendrils reaching out from the grave, their gripping shadows poised across Bogart’s face and body as if they’re going to reach inside of him and tear out his very soul, trapping his spirit eternally in a forest of the damned.
The image of Bogart crouched by the fire, eyes plotting and burning with an inhuman vengeance really sticks out in comparison. Even more similarities between the two: Dobbs suffers from feverish bouts of paranoia that slowly drag him to the brink of sanity, he begins talking to himself constantly, and he often switches from fearful to wrathful at the crack of a whip, as if there’s a split in his psyche, each side fighting for control of a man catastrophically warped by greed.








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