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HUMPHREY BOGART WAS tired. He’d been acting for 20 years, with around 60 stage and screen credits to his name by 1940. But aged 40, real success still eluded him. He was a handsome, talented actor with range, but his bosses at Warner Bros. repeatedly subordinated him to bigger stars Jimmy Cagney, Edward G. Robinson and George Raft, and pigeonholed him in gangster movies as doomed, two-bit thugs with names like ‘Bugs’ or ‘Chips’. The guy just couldn’t catch a break. Like a mythical treasure he’d been chasing for years, a leading role in a major motion picture seemed eternally out of reach. John Huston was hungry. …
摘自《帝国》(Empire)第452期 · 2026年5月刊,Neil Alcock。仅引用开头一小段供了解文章,版权归原刊所有,全文请阅读原刊。