
I had kind of a depressing thought while watching 1958’s Big Deal on Madonna Street: am I still capable of being blown away by the crime genre? It has been a little while since I’ve watched a crime movie for the first time that really made me reconsider the genre, which is a little sad for me personally because the crime genre was really my gateway to film geekery. From gangster movies to film noir to capers-gone-wrong like this one, it’s a genre that can contain the most exciting elements of storytelling and ways in which to use a camera. And yet, at this point, it’s a genre I fear doesn’t have all that much to say about the world as I perceive it, which isn’t to say that there aren’t plenty of exciting and visually inventive moments in today’s film. Continue reading







