Angels with Dirty Faces
(1938)
Got this in a Warner set of gangster films, and this is only the second time I've ever seen it. And notwithstanding the sometimes-too-cutely-criminal Dead End Kids, for a half-hour, maybe more, this is pretty good (though I never like seeing Bogart play a lily-liver, do you?).
But after a while, the gooey goodness of Pat O'Brien's priest--the childhood friend of James Cagney's gangster, natch--just gums the works up beyond any salvation but the eschatological. So--anybody want it?
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