Classic Hawks that has a space in film history if only for the incendiary debut performance by Lauren Bacall that burns the screen alongside an obviously smitten Bogart. Based on a Hemingway this is basically another stab at 'Casablanca' that is successful due to sharp direction and game performances. Walter Brennan and an undervalued Dolores Moran add to the fun. '....Anybody got a match?....'
That little smile on Bogart's face speaks volumes. It made me smile, too. The story itself is conventional and not that interesting, and if someone would later ask me what it was about, I doubt I could answer satisfactorily. It's good news for Bogart's and Bagall's chemistry, but bad news for the film. Would this be remembered without the leads? I don't know, but I really don't care either.