A remarkable film, full of impressive talent. Frank McCloud travels to the Florida Keys to see his deceased war buddy’s widow and father, only to discover that the hotel they operate has been seized by gangster Johnny Rocco and his men. The acting, the writing, the filmmaking, the cinematography – everything contributes to a genuine classic from the nineteen forties. It's remarkable how well Key Largo holds up over time; each viewing reveals something new. This last time around, I was particularly struck by the background actors, none of whom seem to be simply waiting for their cue, but instead contribute significantly with expressive faces – Thomas Gomez’s work is a good example. Intense—it's a truly fitting word to describe John Huston's direction here, as he perfectly conveys the oppressive heat of Largo and combines it with the building tension within this dilapidated hotel. Key Largo is frequently considered a minor entry in the Bogart/Bacall filmography, which is understandable given the competition it faced. Perhaps the usual romantic spark between the leads isn’t quite as prominent here, but instead we get a tense confrontation between men on the verge of something explosive; Edward G Robinson's shifty Rocco threatens to become uncontrollable against McCloud’s restrained wanderer. The atmosphere is thick with animosity and distrust, steadily escalating toward a breaking point. Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, Edward G Robinson, Lionel Barrymore, Claire Trevor (recipient of the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress), Thomas Gomez, and Harry Lewis all deliver strong performances, each enhanced by Huston’s skillful guidance. Karl Freund's deep focus photography also perfectly captures the film’s overall feeling. I simply adore Key Largo; from a poignant scene involving a request for a drink to a shadowy shot of Bacall, it's one of the reasons I became so fascinated with movies. 9/10

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