Film

Body and Soul

Name: Body and Soul
Genre: Drama
Released: 1947
Cast: John Garfield, Lilli Palmer, Hazel Brooks, Anne Revere, William Conrad

Body and Soul is the boxing noir that set the template: a poor kid from the Lower East Side punches his way out of poverty and straight into the pockets of gangsters. John Garfield plays him with restless, coiled anger, and the final fight — shot by James Wong Howe with a handheld camera right in the ring — still crackles. Cynical, fast, unexpectedly moving.

TMDb rating

6.7

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