In certain types of films, it's common for characters' outward nattiness to bear an inverse relationship to their moral fortitude and spiritual well-being. Consequently, when Jeff Goldblum enters Beyond Suspicion sporting an expensive suit, a flashy haircut, and impeccable loafers, it's apparent that he's either a bad man or a good-but-flawed man in need of redemption. Goldblum is a hotshot insurance salesman with a nice home and a pleasant girlfriend, but his seemingly charmed life is thrown into disarray when he witnesses a liquor-store robbery in which a recently hired ex-con clerk is killed. Haunted by the shooting and unable to resume his old life, Goldblum becomes obsessed with uncovering details about the slain clerk, eventually adopting his identity and taking up with his impossibly perfect pen-pal girlfriend (Anne Heche). A puzzling mixture of Fearless, The Adjuster, and the similarly portentous Angel Eyes, Beyond Suspicion maintains an air of mystery throughout its first hour by deliberately obscuring Goldblum's motivation. Is his journey into the dead man's life inspired by morbid curiosity, liberal guilt, humanitarian compassion, something darker, or some combination of the four? Writer-director Matthew Tabak avoids showing his hand until late in the movie, by which point Beyond Suspicion seems equally open to interpretation as a twisty neo-noir, a grief-soaked metaphysical thriller à la The Sixth Sense, and a midlife-crisis-spurred redemption drama. The late-film appearance of unsavory, troublemaking Timothy Olyphant would seem to push Beyond Suspicion squarely into noir territory, but Tabak's work is both more and less ambitious than it appears. The film raises plenty of interesting questions, but the answers it reaches are invariably reductive and anticlimactic, with more similarities to Regarding Henry's better-living-through-trauma humanism than to The Sixth Sense's creepy metaphysics. Goldblum is similarly problematic. Surprisingly convincing as a genial insurance salesman, he doesn't fare so well as a genial-yet-hardened ex-con, in part because his sole concession to his world-weary-crook persona involves dousing his hair in grease and wearing drab T-shirts. Beyond Suspicion is considerably more compelling than its generic title suggests, but it ends up promising more than it can deliver.