
Whether it’s the Greek waiters with their very Greek tendency to exaggerate or the OTB reject that bums a newspaper off of Joe Norson (Farley Granger), our harried hero, no person is left without a sufficient dollop of character-defining detail. These little establishing bits of dialogue aren’t so overbearing as to distract from the film’s central plot but are rather real enough to make Joe’s search for the bundle of $30,000 he’s stolen and subsequently lost that much more absorbing. Even at the end, when a seemingly inconsequential thug gets gunned down and dies in an uncomfortably close close-up, the scene feels like it could be more than just the end of a one-note, faceless jamook. That kind of specificity makes Side Street feel, dare I say it, authentic, taking on an ambitious, quasi-modernist task of making every POV equal and running with that idea as far as it can.
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