Word: greenstreet
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Hard to see why. The film is no winner but no atrocity either. We are in Shanghai, 1938. Warlords and China dolls are bumping into faded carbon copies of Sydney Greenstreet and Peter Lorre. That must make Penn the Bogart figure -- a hustler and self-styled "Glow-in-the-Dark-Tie King" who helps a prim but spunky missionary (yep, Madonna) find 1,000 lbs. of opium to help soothe the wounds of Chinese soldiers. "Guns cause pain," she says fervently. "Opium eases pain...
...assistant. She died with the Secretary-General of the United Nations in 1961 when their plane crashed in Africa. Blaine, a probable alcoholic and possible homosexual, died in 1949. He had lived in Marrakech with Louis Renault. Meanwhile, at The Maltese Falcon, Casper Gutman and Joel Cairo (Sydney Greenstreet and Peter Lorre) wind up as a professional bridge team, too mistrustful to allow each other out of sight...
...maverick space pilot Han Solo (Harrison Ford), still encased in that carbonite, is a wall decoration in the castle of Jabba the Hutt on the desert planet Tatooine. Jabba, a huge, slobbering, sluglike creature resembling a repulsive mixture of Humpty Dumpty and Sydney Greenstreet, is Mr. Big in the galactic underworld. Around him he has assembled the vilest monsters in the universe...
...Victor Laszlo, played by Paul Henreid. Henreid is still alive. So, for that matter, is Ronald Reagan, whom Jack Warner originally wanted for the part of Victor. (All wrong, too American, as wholesome as a quart of milk.) But Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman and Peter Lorre and Sydney Greenstreet and Claude Rains and Conrad Veidt are all dead. The movie they made has achieved a peculiar state of permanence. It has become something more than a classic. It is practically embedded in the collective American unconscious...
...heart pounding? . . . Kiss me! Kiss me as though it were the last time! . . . Play it, Sam. Play As Time Goes By ... I saved my first drink to have with you. . . Round up the usual suspects . . . We'll always have Paris. It has inspired bits of business: Sydney Greenstreet bowing graciously to Ingrid Bergman in the Blue Parrot and then with brutal abstraction swatting a fly, which for the instant becomes the moral equivalent of any refugee in Casablanca. Or the alltime triumphant moment of literal-minded symbol-banging exposition: Claude Rains dropping the bottle of Vichy Water into...