Film

Bad Lieutenant

Name: Bad Lieutenant
Genre: Crime, Drama
Released: 1992
Cast: Harvey Keitel, Peggy Gormley, Stella Keitel, Victor Argo, Paul Calderon

Abel Ferrara's fever-dream of a crime film follows an unnamed, nameless-badge NYPD detective (Harvey Keitel, never braver) sliding through a week of drugs, debt, and degradation while half-heartedly investigating the rape of a nun. It's less plot than confession booth — queasy, sweaty, and genuinely upsetting in places. Watch it for Keitel's performance, not for a good night's sleep.

TMDb rating

7.0

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