Film

A Man for All Seasons

Name: A Man for All Seasons
Genre: Drama, History
Released: 1966
Cast: Paul Scofield, Wendy Hiller, Leo McKern, Robert Shaw, Orson Welles

A courtroom drama with almost no shouting, built from conversation, silence, and conscience. Paul Scofield's Thomas More is witty, immovable, and destroyed not by rage but by patient reasonableness. Fred Zinnemann's film trusts its audience to sit still for ideas, dressed in gorgeous Tudor cloth. For anyone who likes drama slow, literate, and morally exact.

TMDb rating

7.3

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