Whenever I watch a classic film, I think about whether it has worn well over the years. Some, such as "Casablanca," should never be remade. This one could perhaps use an update by a skilled director who might do justice to it as a period piece--perhaps Ridley Scott (??)--because "The Petrified Forest" is a product of the Great Depression, and it deserves to be recreated within its historical context.
And yet, as shopworn as it is--with gaps between stagily delivered lines, especially in the beginning of the film, to give but one example--"The Petrified Forest" contains splendid moments. Bette Davis and Leslie Howard--who convey palpable romantic chemistry--bring poignancy to Robert Sherwood's lines. This film gives only a hint of the appeal of Leslie Howard though, who was to play Ashley Wilkes in "Gone With the Wind," and whose career was cut short tragically in World War II. Humphrey Bogart's suggestion of scruples behind the hardened persona of gangster Duke Mantee is both subtle and compelling; his character practically jumps off the screen, prognosticating Bogey's future stardom.
The desert sandstorm sets a mood that makes plausible the romantically improbable story about a girl who reads poetry and longs to escape from her father's roadhouse diner to study art in Paris; whose future is changed when a handsome Englishman enters her life with the suddenness of a tumbleweed blowing in the desert wind. The title of the film/play suggests the girl's entrapment as well as the petrification of people of the United States in the face of the Depression.
I cannot imagine younger audiences appreciating this film. And many of those left who were contemporary with the imagined events, when dreams seemed unobtainable, can hardly remember the era. Nevertheless, the film deserves to be appreciated as a piece of movie history, in which we get glimpses of stars before they began to shine in their greatest magnitude.