Little of this is news—in fact I couldn’t find a single anecdote or quote in the book that Segaloff hadn’t sourced from one of the many biographies of the men ... A papier-mâché mummy of secondary sources, rewritten in a style that makes the mistake of trying to sound hardboiled ... Segaloff fails to zero in on what should have been the heart of the book: the role the men played in each other’s fantasy lives ... Plodding ... Tedious.
A dry recitation of details ... We learn only what fans of Bogart and Huston already know ... This is not to say that Bogart and Huston is without its bright spots. It doubles as a competent-enough introduction to the studio system that dominated early Hollywood, and it contains a wealth of amusing (if familiar) details ... But some of the pleasure that these stories might otherwise afford is dulled by the prose, which is frequently clunky and stilted ... Worst of all, Bogart and Huston leaves the central question untouched ... There are pages of plodding plot summary, largely unenlivened by commentary or reflection. After the procession of facts, we are no closer to understanding what made these movies so good.
The author is clearly a fan of both men, but Segaloff writes frankly about the darker sides of Huston and Bogart...so that the reader can understand these two fully—both the good and the bad. A welcome addition to the voluminous literature about Bogart, Huston, and the movies they made.
Nothing new, but a pleasant read for fans ... Admirably non-hagiographic ... The conceit of writing a book about both men rather than just one isn’t as original as Segaloff suggests ... This is well-traveled ground, with stories that fans likely know, but it’s still fun to read.