Howard Hawks <EXTENDED | 2024>

Partly because he worked in comedy. For decades, critics dismissed screwball as lightweight. Only when French critics like Jacques Rivette and Jean-Luc Godard championed him did America catch on. “There is no American director more intelligent, more skillful, more natural, or more alive than Howard Hawks,” Rivette wrote in 1953.

From pilot Geoff Carter in Only Angels Have Wings (1939) to sheriff John T. Chance in Rio Bravo (1959), Hawks’ heroes are men (and sometimes women) who know their job, do it well, and refuse to whine about it. They live by an unspoken code: perform under pressure, protect your crew, and never, ever talk about your feelings.

John Carpenter called him “the greatest American director.” Peter Bogdanovich wrote a book about him. Michael Mann, Walter Hill, and Brian De Palma have all cited him as their north star. Howard Hawks

It is, for many cinephiles, the perfect film. Not because it’s profound, but because it’s profoundly enjoyable. For a director supposedly obsessed with masculinity, Hawks created some of the strongest, smartest, sexiest women in classic Hollywood.

But Hawks’ real legacy is simpler: he made movies that feel good to watch. No pretension. No lectures. Just professionals doing their jobs, cracking wise, falling in love, and surviving. Partly because he worked in comedy

Hawks called these women “Hawksian women”—intelligent, capable, equal to any man. He famously told Bacall, “Don’t be a movie actress. Be a real person.” He hated simpering ingénues. He wanted partners.

And partly because he didn't suffer fools. Hawks walked away from projects when studios meddled. He retired early, making his last film ( Rio Lobo ) in 1970, then spent two decades flying planes, racing cars, and refusing to give interviews. When he died in 1977, the obituaries noted him as “director of Gentlemen Prefer Blondes .” They missed the point entirely. Watch any great Hollywood film from the last fifty years, and you’ll see Hawks. “There is no American director more intelligent, more

In an age of bloated franchises and self-serious prestige pictures, that feels like a lost art. But Howard Hawks knew the secret all along. Cinema isn't about meaning. It’s about motion, rhythm, and people you’d actually want to have a drink with.