Film

A Woman's Secret

Name: A Woman's Secret
Genre: Mystery, Drama
Released: 1949
Cast: Maureen O'Hara, Melvyn Douglas, Gloria Grahame, Bill Williams, Victor Jory

Mystery

A 1949 noir-flavoured mystery where a singer's sudden loss of voice spirals into murder accusation. Maureen O'Hara carries the film with intelligence and restraint, anchored by Melvyn Douglas's steady presence. It's intimate rather than spectacular—more concerned with character and doubt than plot mechanics. For patient viewers who like their mysteries psychological and their heroines complex.

TMDb rating

2.8

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