The fast-talking buddy banter of The Big Lebowski ? Hawks. The hangout vibe of Quentin Tarantino’s Jackie Brown ? Hawks. The professional competence of The Right Stuff ? Hawks. The overlapping dialogue of Aaron Sorkin? Straight from His Girl Friday . The cool, competent heroine of Aliens ? Ellen Ripley is a Hawksian woman.
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.
And then there’s Howard Hughes. The two were close friends and flying enthusiasts. Hawks advised Hughes on Hell’s Angels and helped him navigate Hollywood politics. It was Hawks who convinced Hughes to fund Scarface (1932) when every other studio ran from its violence. The result is still the gangster film—brutal, operatic, and shockingly modern. So why isn’t Hawks a household name like Hitchcock or Ford? Howard Hawks
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.
He made the fastest screwball comedy ( His Girl Friday ), the most influential gangster film ( Scarface ), the greatest Western ( Rio Bravo ), the first modern aviation drama ( Only Angels Have Wings ), and a hard-boiled noir that still defines cool ( The Big Sleep ). He worked with Faulkner, Hemingway, and Bogart. He discovered Lauren Bacall and turned John Wayne into an icon. The fast-talking buddy banter of The Big Lebowski
Rosalind Russell in His Girl Friday holds her own against a room of cigar-chomping reporters—and out-acts Cary Grant. Angie Dickinson in Rio Bravo walks into a saloon and immediately owns the place. Lauren Bacall, just 19 years old in To Have and Have Not (1944), practically invents modern flirtation: “You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow.”
As he once put it: “I’m a storyteller. That’s the only thing I’m any good at.” The overlapping dialogue of Aaron Sorkin
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.