Despite it's age, Sierra Madre is a film that holds up very well today. Bogart is compelling in a role that could have easily been over or underplayed as the paranoia grows throughout the movie.

Bogart's such a bastard.

I probably could've made educated guesses as to the nature of many of the major plot points of the film ahead of time (the ending was particularly obvious), but one thing I didn't foresee was just how much of a son of a bitch Bogart's character would be. He's bordering on cartoony in how paranoid and unscrupulous he turns out to be, but Bogie's great performance sells it. Actually, a lot of the film is quite cartoony, but it's still fun and exciting, and absolutely worth seeing.

Bogart plays a greedy, low-down, good-for-nothing wonderfully. Some of Huston's best work and one of the best to come out of its era. The Treasure of the Sierra Madre does show its age at times, but that doesn't stop this riveting adventure.

Bogart is great again, but Holt and especially Huston are right up there with him. Great screenplay and solid directing.

I was expecting a classic adventure movie and got a lot more. Even as you know where it's going, it doesn't lower the fascination of this captivating character portrayal.

It took 59 years until another movie could depict such a relevant catalogue of statements about greed as Sierra Madre, and that feature is There Will Be Blood. I just know I love both of them.

"Transcends the medium to become a mandatory viewing experience for anyone that identifies themselves as a human being, period." - Rob Humanick

One of Bogart's best, and Walter Huston's too. This is perhaps the most powerful film about greed ever made.

There is no better film to potrait human greed than The Treasure of the Sierra Madre. The cast is excellent (especially director's father Walter Huston and of course Humphrey Bogart) and John Huston directs with a sure hand and clear vision in this classic tale of three goldminers that hit the jackpot. I can't find a single flaw from this movie because there ain't one.

No dames and their vaginas, just dirt and greed. John Huston was the motherfucking champ.