Mann’s early film is laden with flair and atmosphere and bad blood effects at the very end. The director’s eye for a frame is impeccable. His ability to capture mood matches it. This is accompanied by dialogue scenes with a free-flowing rhythm which bestows the sense of improvisation, of actors and director reaching for the moon together. The scene between Caan and Tuesday Weld when he convinces her to hook up with him is allowed to ramble and rumble. There are no short cuts and this helps to make characters who might otherwise have seemed generic into ones who are both plausible and tragic. As ever, this is a celebration of the ambitions of the small-timer (who wants to cash out just once). Movies about heroes are hung on the shoulders of stars, but stars are actors who are capable of turning the minor character into a heroic figure. Caan is brilliant in the role, a jaundiced head of hair who almost falls for the dream, before remembering that dreams aren’t for everyone.
