Film

An Inspector Calls

Name: An Inspector Calls
Genre: Crime, Drama, Mystery
Released: 1954
Cast: Alastair Sim, Olga Lindo, Arthur Young, Brian Worth, Eileen Moore

Other titles called An Inspector Calls: the 2015 film.

A crisp 1954 British mystery where a police inspector arrives at a wealthy family's dinner to investigate a girl's death, systematically revealing how each member bears responsibility. Contained, clever, and morally urgent—a locked-room drama that becomes something far darker than a whodunit. For anyone who loves ideas as much as plot.

TMDb rating

3.6

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