Film

Black Narcissus

Name: Black Narcissus
Genre: Drama
Released: 1947
Cast: Deborah Kerr, Sabu, David Farrar, Flora Robson, Esmond Knight

A convent of Anglican nuns sets up in a crumbling Himalayan palace and slowly comes undone — not from any external threat but from altitude, memory, and repressed longing pressing in on them. Powell and Pressburger shot it entirely on English soundstages, and the artificiality only makes the mounting hysteria more intoxicating. For anyone who wants their psychological drama drenched in colour and dread.

TMDb rating

7.5

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