I'd have to say "Daisy Kenyon" qualifies as a failure as a melodrama since I rarely felt empathy for the cast of characters. Rather than becoming emotionally involved, I felt as though I was the detached witness to a petty universe of self-absorbed people as they lurched from one interpersonal meltdown to the next. And yet those are the very same reasons why "Daisy Kenyon" still feels particularly modern. The main cast is excellent, especially Dana Andrews as a slick bastard who by comparison makes Don Draper look like a paragon of chivalrous virtue. It's telling that the narrative never seems to lose its sympathy for his character despite the horrid things he does, most likely because he represents the definition of success in America circa 1947.