There was only one Bogart. It's a pity that many of his movies are so hard to find on DVD.
After all the establishing scenes, when the camera first went to Bogart, seated at his desk in that immaculate white dinner jacket, his aura filled not only the screen, but the entire theater. Every female in the place, regardless of age, let out an audible gasp, and at that moment I thought to myself, "I want what he's got."