Last night I didn’t know what I wanted to do or watch, and I turned the TV on to see what was playing on TCM while I thought about it. The Treasure of the Sierra Madre had just started, and I left it on while getting some food. It’s one of those classics I’d taken for granted throughout the years, and the last time I really watched it could have been as far back as the late 1970s at the revival houses in L.A. I watched for a few minutes and realized I wasn’t much recognizing the dialogue, so I watched a little more and found myself totally hooked. I hadn’t yet actually committed to watching so I kept getting up to do whatever in the kitchen, etc., but every time I sat back down to whatever situation they were in now, I once again found I couldn’t look away. It was that gripping. By the time it was over, I was practically declaring it one of the all time masterpieces...which of course it is...of drama, adventure, and even great suspense. And I hadn’t even been in the mood for it. Just goes to show you.
