The Anderson Tapes (1971) review

After spending ten years in prison (for crackin' those safes) and still irate at society, "Duke" Anderson (Sean Connery) is released, reconnects with old flame Ingrid Everleigh (Dyan Cannon) and then asks mob boss Pat Angelo (Alan King) to help him and a few accomplices (including Christopher Walken in his big screen debut) rob the building Ingrid's living in ... except the government is recording everything he says and does.  What sounds on paper like a decent crime movie (based on the novel by Lawrence Sanders) in all actually is anything but: it plays coy with the details of the heist itself (since it doesn't make a bit of sense) ... and then the entire "job" itself is ruined by constantly flash-forwarding to its aftermath.  Despite Connery's innate charisma, the film feels like it's disconnected from reality, and whoever was in charge of the obnoxious sound effects (so much beeping!) needed to be yanked out of the production room.  It's prescient in that it anticipates mass-surveillance - according to a 2021 article by Amnesty International, there are over 15,000 cameras in New York City alone - although in this case, no device is nearly as valuable as a sickly child with a HAM radio.