“Bogart and Bacall” shouts the poster, and that’s precisely what we get. Long, heavy doses of both stars, just as their very public off-screen romance was at its peak. For Bogart, it’s just another day at the office. He growls through two novels’ worth of witty dialogue, wears a trench coat and fedora like a second skin, throws and catches haymakers, flirts with all the girls and outsmarts all the gangsters. It’s Humphrey Bogart as the private detective in a noir movie; you probably already know how that’s going to look and sound. This was only Bacall’s second film (though a delayed release meant it’s actually listed third on her filmography) and, though her performance often feels stiff and forced, those qualities suit the role. Which, from all indications, was written and tailored specifically for her.

As that movie poster implies, _The Big Sleep_ is very clearly a showcase of the stars first and a cohesive story second. Or maybe third, actually, behind the dark and moody atmosphere. Come to think of it, the story might not even place. It’s a tangled web of similar characters with confusing motives; a messy spiral of blackmail, murder, intimidation and thinly-veiled innuendo that only Bogart can navigate with any shred of confidence. He’s two steps ahead of the bad guys, which puts him three ahead of the audience. Trying to keep up amidst all the false fronts and betrayals is an exercise in futility. Instead, at least, we can enjoy the tasty scenery, admire the pointy dialogue and appreciate the film’s acrobatic efforts to address risqué subjects without offending the censors.