This is an old film and it shows, some of the acting isn't that great either, but the dialogue is the epitome of the era "please don't slug me" etc haha and it is one of the first films where you end up rooting for the bad guy. Films like this probably influenced Tarrantino, it must have been pretty shocking at the time, anyhow Cagney is in usual shouty form and there's loads of old school gangster action, some of the story is a bit not believable but the ending is great - shocking and weirdly funny too.
Not one for people who like modern films but I really enjoyed this old time gangster stuff. Grab a brew and some pretzels and enjoy.
This remains a classic because of the pugnacious script, William Wellman's pacy, artful direction and James Cagney's dynamic, star making performance as an ambitious Irish gangster who rises on the prohibition crimewave only to crash into a spray of rival bullets. And then dumped in a bloody parcel on his mothers doormat.
Cagney delivers the tough guy dialogue brilliantly, and he is on a different level from the rest of the cast. He is utterly believable. He turns many startling, offbeat scenes into film legend: when he steals his first gun; when he shoots his boss' racehorse; and most famously when he pushes a half grapefruit into the face of his moll (Mae Clarke).
This is one of the great early sound films. The pacing is slick, the camera moves and the frame is filled with exciting action. The main weakness is the stiff acting of the support cast. In particular, the strange performance of Jean Harlow as the high maintenance good time girl the public enemy aspires after. She seems to be in a trance.
One of the surprises is how frank this is about how the gangs make their money. The film looks like a guide for how to get into prohibition crime! And it's unusually liberal. OK, Cagney plays a psychopath, but the film implies that crime is a product of poverty and the slums. It blames prohibition for organised crime. It's a miracle how candid it is, despite the censorship.