The delectable Alain Delon as a San Francisco thief in a grim black and white caper film? Ridiculous, with his sleepy bedroom eyes and beautiful thick hair blowing in the breeze, he belongs in a speedo on a bright and sunny beach, gazing moodily out to sea. He's as out of place as a peacock in a henhouse. Ann Margret chews scenery as an equally unlikely wife (and mother). Both these people are sadly miscast.
Review of Once a Thief
