When you sit down with popcorn, soda and some jujubes to watch the splendor of a film called "The Maltese Falcon", it may quickly become apparent that the film is not exactly jujube material . Perhaps more appropriate is a scotch on the rocks. This film has something to say about humanity, and it's not all rainbows and jujubes. Director John Huston's 1941 directorial debut takes audiences on a series of twists and turns that even the sharpest minds couldn't have predicted. The main character and ultimate cool guy, Samuel Spade (Humprey Bogart), has an air that needs to be followed closely from the start. to finish. His dynamic personality makes him irresistible to women of all ages, and idolized by men alike. Its unpredictability allows the audience to lose themselves in its story, and we are immediately obsessed with seeing how the story will unfold. At first, there isn't much complexity in this private detective. He and his partner seem like nothing more than your average couple of private clichés, willing to help any damsel in distress who throws money at them. However, when Spade's partner, Archer (Jerome Cowan), is murdered in cold blood, something about Sam's behavior doesn't work. His partner has just died and he is strangely emotionless. He received the phone call early in the morning and reacted as if he had been called to the crime scene by a stranger. This particular lack of emotion asks the viewer to find out what exactly Det. It's up to Spade. As the falcon's story begins to unfold, femme fatale Brigid O'Shaughnessy (Mary Astor) and Mr. Joel Cairo (Peter Lorre) appear on opposite sides of this precious relic. The long, cloudy shadows that seem to linger in their presence suggest that something strange is going on with both of these characters... middle of paper... but the frightening ease with which his characters fall prey to the power of the unattainable. They all try to be in control and fail miserably. When Sam answers the police's question about the Maltese falcon, the answer is as disturbing as Sam's expression. He replies, full of insight: “It's the stuff dreams are made of.” All these criminals had acted on the hawk's idea, only for it to turn out to be a fake. What it really says for humanity is that we all fall under the ideals represented by unspeakable luck. Power corrupts. Money corrupts. But the truth, this is something truly beautiful, something worth fighting for. Sam may have walked away penniless, but he was rich in the knowledge that he had unearthed his partner's killer. A thought from which he could draw little comfort on the loneliest nights, sobbing into his tear-streaked glass of scotch, on ice..