The last of the '30s Warner Brothers gangster films looks back on prohibition and organised crime with nostalgia. There's a declamatory newsreel style narration which takes us from the armistice to the repeal of prohibition. James Cagney and Humphrey Bogart play doughboys who turn to bootlegging to get rich during the depression. Priscilla Lane sings hits from the period.
Because this era is being filed away into history rather than the present threat it was in the early thirties, Raoul Walsh is allowed to be relatively frank about how the gangs made their money and spent it. We see the speakeasies, the fashions, the machine guns and sedans. Real people from the period are featured, and infamous news stories are re-enacted.
Walsh keeps the story moving and the stars are excellent. Cagney and Bogart repeat their good gangster/bad gangster dynamic from Angels With Dirty Faces. It feels like Bogart has now arrived as an actor and is just waiting for a better role than Warners' were willing to give. But he still dies a quivering coward at the end of Cagney's shooter.
The usual bases of Warners' social realist mob pictures are covered. There is a progressive ethic. The film condemns prohibition and supports Roosevelt's new deal. Though it's a tough, terse, entertaining film, the action feels like pastiche and the nostalgia is sentimental. WWII ended the first classic era of the gangster film, and it's great to see Cagney still at his peak as the genre that he dominated fades to black.