Out of the Blue

Out of the Blue taps into the classical era of film noir...it’s likely to be a delight for the movie buffs among us.

A great femme fatale can elevate any noir, but the talented Kruger isn’t given much to work with here.

If an adulterous mystery in the Cain vein isn’t going to dazzle with its dialogue or titillate with its temptations, why is it there?

A last-minute twist comes too late to rescue the plot; Connor, sadly, was always beyond saving.

Neil LaBute’s commitment to the femme fatale homage works for awhile and Diane Kruger is more than game, but instead of following suit in subverting our expectations the film settles into becoming a DTV Wild Things sequel with a tenth of the twists.

Out of the Blue feels more like a storytelling exercise than a finished feature.

Even if LaBute is aiming for a campy noir parody, he misses the mark.

Except for Diane Kruger this is just a routine movie that follows a predictable plot.

Out of the Blue neither sings nor stings.

This is a sexy little movie with sharp dialogue and a smart if familiar story, and enough colorful supporting characters to keep things lively. It may not be breaking much new ground, but few noir films do.