When I was ten years of age, my mother went to visit her sister in Alabama. I was left with my father, who worked nights in a little town in Illinois. While he was sleeping one day I road buses to Saint Louis, Missouri to the Fox Theatre to see this movie. Humphrey Bogart played such a dark paranoid charactor, while Walter Houston (a director, not an actor) played such a deep comical man with such insight about what life was really all about. Then came the Mexicans who don’t need no stinkin’ badges because the had guns who finsh Bogart and then cut open the bags of gold, thinking it to be sand. Then as the wind is blowing the gold back to the mountains Houston points out that we can call it what we will, God or Fate, but its all going back where it came from.
I never convinced my father or mother to watch it, they didn’t believe that I had seen one of the greatest films ever made.