It’s happened only once in the history of the Golden Globes: A father and his son each won the golden statuette for their individual work on the same film.
This singular event took place on March 16, 1949, at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. As unusual as this moment was, it signified an even longer-lasting legacy — the beginning of a family dynasty.

The film at the center of this moment was The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, many considered one of the best movies ever made. John Huston helmed the Western, and his father Walter Huston acted in it. Both were at the top of their craft, both were awarded a Golden Globe — the former as Best Director, the latter as Best Supporting Actor.
It is not an exaggeration to speak of an ensuing “Huston Legacy.” The filmmaker would go on to secure seven more Golden Globe nominations, including two wins: as Best Supporting Actor in 1964 for The Cardinal, and Best Director in 1986 for Prizzi’s Honor . Huston not only directed his father Walter but did the same twice with his daughter Anjelica, in both Prizzi’s Honor and 1987’s The Dead.
Anjelica Huston received eight Golden Globe nominations over the years, and she won in 2005 for the television movie Iron Jawed Angels, released by HBO.
Her brothers are also successful in the movie business: Danny Huston as an actor (he received a Golden Globe nomination in 2013 for the TV series Magic City), and Tony Huston as an Oscar-nominated screenwriter (The Dead).

The Treasure of the Sierra Madre gave roots to this dynasty. The project’s source material was a 1927 adventure novel by the enigmatic writer B. Traven. John Huston, who showed a fascination for uncompromising realism in his documentaries during the war years, adapted the book into a script about “the collision of civilization’s vicious greed with the instinct for self-preservation in an environment where all the barriers are down,” as the New York Times said in its review in 1948.

Two vagrants (Humphrey Bogart and Tim Holt), barely surviving in the foothills of the Sierra Madre, cross paths with an ex-miner (Walter Huston) and set their collective hopes on rumors of an undiscovered mother lode of gold. As soon as they actually strike gold, though, baser instincts surface, feeding a down-swirl of obsessive avarice and all-consuming paranoia.
Rarely has the destructive force of greed been depicted onscreen in as ruthless and uninhibited a fashion as in this darkly ironic masterpiece.