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Posted: 01/01/02 |
America' s transition into the postwar boom of the 1950's engendered a new type of noir crime drama in pace with current events. Senator Kefauver's congressional organized crime hearings were a national road show starring underworld luminaries such as Frank Costello (The Prime Minister of the Underworld) and Meyer Lansky (The Chairman of the Board). The citizenry quickly became aware of new type of urban crime that was alternately labeled as the Syndicate, the Outfit and, finally, the Mafia. Upwardly mobile gangsters abandoned bank stick-ups for the security offered by gambling payoffs, fixed races, graft, and compliant politicians. Murder was now an element of organizational strategy rather than mere mayhem. J. Edgar Hoover might have been in denial about organized crime, but Hollywood studios quickly realized that James Cagney wasn't on top of the world anymore. Gangsters entered a new cinematic dimension of crime as corporatist players. Film noirs such as The Racket (1951), The Enforcer (1951), The Captive City (1952), The Big Combo (1955) among others, featured dark essays about the human condition splashed across the broad canvas of organized crime. One of the most enjoyable film noir entries reflecting this new face of the public enemy is 711 Ocean Drive (1950). This rise and fall chronicle of an organized crime kingpin possesses notable performances, solid writing and a rousing climax at the Hoover Dam.
Mal becomes consumed by a ruthless desire for greater power and puts relentless pressure on the bookies in his operation for more money. After taking his measure of Trudy, she is relegated to a permanent role as Syndicate girl Friday with Chippie as aide-de-camp and gofer. Mal's success in California catches the eye of national syndicate boss, Carl Stephans (Otto Kruger) and his underboss, Larry Mason (Don Porter). Mason is sent to woo Mal into joining the national syndicate. Mal is recalcitrant until he eyeballs Porter's wife, Gail, (Joanne Dru) at the pool during a subsequent Palm Springs sitdown. Gail is a fast filly who is clearly bored with hubby Larry who possesses the marital sensitivity of a commode seat. Mal and Gail consummate their passion in back street fashion with Mal joining the syndicate with a nice percentage of the profits.
After establishing a false alibi, Mal runs Gizzi off a cliff on Malibu pier and then decides to run the table on the syndicate as well. He devises an elaborate scheme to beat the Nevada gambling books by past-posting race results after getting a huge bet down (reminiscent and perhaps borrowed by The Sting). Even though the police quickly puncture Mal's alibi for Gizzi's murder, and Gail discovers that her lover made her a recent widow, the scheme works as planned until a small time bookie forced into bankruptcy by Mal Granger and working in the casino recognizes Chippie collecting the payoff. The small timer quickly drops a dime to Carl Stephans and finally the game is up for Mal. Chippie, the stand-up guy, is left holding the bag and quickly sent to his death by Stephans who comments dryly, I admire loyalty, but not to the wrong people. Stephans tips the police to Mal's whereabouts and has his underlings take care of loose ends while he goes to visit his grandkids after a tiring day running the Syndicate. The police set up a roadblock for Mal and Gail who ditch the car at Hoover Dam. Mal and Gail join a tour group inside the dam and after an exhausting chase, Gail fades and Mal is caught in a fatal crossfire after he emerges topside. A brief oral admonition concerning the evils of gambling precedes the final credits. This homily, no doubt forced on the studio by the Production Code, tells how the simple $2 dollar racing bet beget all the evil that was just captured by the picture.
At the end, the only unresolved issue is the film title, 711 Ocean Drive. It is probably the address of O'Brien's beach house that is featured in the film, but the connection seems tenuous. This quibble aside, 711 Ocean Drive is a film noir definitely worth watching. A.K. Rode is a film noir aficionado living in San Diego, California. Got a problem? Email A.K. at filmmonthly@hotmail.com |