Film

Confession of Pain

Name: Confession of Pain
Genre: Crime, Thriller
Released: 2006
Cast: Tony Leung Chiu-wai, Takeshi Kaneshiro, Shu Qi, Xu Jinglei, Chapman To Man-chat

A Hong Kong noir about a weathered detective pulled back into a murder investigation when his father-in-law is killed. Stylish and fatalistic, suffused with the melancholy of a city losing itself. For fans of moral corruption and detectives who've already paid too much.

TMDb rating

3.2

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