Film

After Hours

Name: After Hours
Genre: Comedy, Thriller, Drama
Released: 1985
Cast: Griffin Dunne, Rosanna Arquette, Verna Bloom, Tommy Chong, Linda Fiorentino

After Hours is Scorsese's tightest, funniest fever dream — one Manhattan office drone's disastrous quest to get home from SoHo spirals into farce, paranoia and near-catastrophe. It's tense and hilarious in equal measure, shot with the same nervy dread as his crime pictures despite the punchlines. For anyone who's had one bad night snowball absurdly out of control, or wants Scorsese at his most nimble and least self-serious.

TMDb rating

7.5

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