WEST 11 is an early film in the career of Michael Winner and it has an atmosphere of the general seediness that seemed to infuse all of his pictures; an early '60s Notting Hill is the most interesting past of this. Alfred Lynch plays a down-on-his-luck youth who gets caught up in the sinister schemes of Eric Portman, but rather than focusing on the crime aspects of the storyline this is more of a kitchen sink/angry young man drama with personal relationships bearing the brunt of the attention. A good supporting cast enlivens it somewhere, but I found it strictly middling.