Key Largo‘s Contained Noir Pit Legends Against Each Other 75 Years Ago

It was supposed to be a nice trip. At least it starts that way. Frank McCloud (Humphrey Bogart) heads out to sunny Key Largo to meet the father, James (Lionel Barrymore) and widow, Nora (Lauren Bacall), of a friend who served with him and was killed in WW2. Nora and James run a hotel, which is closed—or supposed to be—for the season, and both treat Frank as a member of the family.
But there are guests at the supposedly closed hotel, who soon make their presence aggressively known. After offering Nora and James a sum of money they just couldn’t refuse, notorious gangster Johnny Rocco (Edward G. Robinson) and his gang have been holing up at the establishment, hiding from the cops. Yet there’s a hurricane bearing down on the archipelago, and when the fuzz comes sniffing around the joint on the hunt for a different pair of perps, Rocco’s goons get nervous. Guns are drawn, and Frank, Nora and James find themselves in a hostage situation while a deadly storm rages outside.
John Huston’s film was adapted from a play (Paul Muni originated the Bogart role), and he does not try to hide it. Much of the action takes place within just a couple of rooms in the hotel, but when those rooms contain Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, Edward G. Robinson, Claire Trevor, and Lionel Barrymore, the limited plane of action hardly matters. Key Largo is an actor’s piece, through and through.
Although every member of the impressive cast gets their time to shine, the main thrust of the action is the conflict between a peacocking Robinson and an introspective Bogart. Frank and Johnny are both men trying to figure out what their lives are now that their glory days—the former in the war, the latter as a notorious Prohibition-era gangster—are over. While they’re in the same existential predicament, they deal with it in opposite ways. Johnny is all bellicosity and bluster, shot through with a streak of sadism, sure that if he carries on grandstanding as if he is still the Capone-esque figure he once was, then no-one will notice his diminished power. Frank, on the other hand, keeps all his insecurity inside, watching and assessing the players in this strange situation in which he’s found himself, choosing carefully when to step in and when to let Johnny talk himself into trouble. Bogart and Robinson had co-starred in four films before Key Largo, and often competed for the same parts during the 1930s and early ‘40s. Their almost fraternal rapport makes the jousting between Johnny and Frank feel extra personal; they know just where to stick their knives to make it hurt the most.
Johnny gives Frank a gun with which to kill him early in the action—the catch is, he must also die in the process. A heroic sacrifice. Frank refuses, and his refusal is couched as a disgrace; the ghost of Frank’s dead war hero friend looming. Although no-one in their right mind could really blame him (and as it turns out, the gun Johnny offers him is empty anyway), his shirking of an opportunity for heroism still sits uneasily, and the gangster mocks him relentlessly.