Film

Ashes and Diamonds

Name: Ashes and Diamonds
Genre: Drama, War, Romance
Released: 1958
Cast: Zbigniew Cybulski, Ewa Krzyżewska, Wacław Zastrzeżynski, Adam Pawlikowski, Bogumił Kobiela

Andrzej Wajda's black-and-white masterpiece unfolds on the last day of WWII in Poland, where the killing hasn't stopped—it's just changed sides. Zbigniew Cybulski, sunglasses and doomed swagger, plays an assassin ordered to kill a communist official, falling for a woman as the political machinery tightens around him. Tense, gorgeous, and quietly devastating, it's essential viewing for anyone who wants their war stories morally exhausted.

TMDb rating

7.4

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