This film has lots of good ingredients. Good acting, reasonably good cinematography, and nice old cars. But the principal relationship, between Granger (O'Brien) and his moll, just does not work. He is enraged for pretty much the whole movie, and there is very little to like in the Granger character. Yet a beautiful, sensitive woman (whose presence is often signified by a gentle violin tune) decides she loves him. Huh? What's to love? The principal element of suspense (will he get caught and by whom) is barely exploited for much of the film. In the end, one just doesn't much care what happens to anyone in this film. That doesn't make it a film noir; it makes it dull.
Review of 711 Ocean Drive
