Film

Crime of Passion

Name: Crime of Passion
Genre: Drama, Crime, Thriller
Released: 1956
Cast: Barbara Stanwyck, Sterling Hayden, Raymond Burr, Fay Wray, Virginia Grey

A 1956 noir where ambition becomes poison. Barbara Stanwyck plays a newspaper woman who marries a detective, then methodically weaponizes her intelligence and beauty to vault him up the ranks—with catastrophic results. It's taut, morally unflinching, and deeply uncomfortable about desire, class, and what women will do when trapped.

TMDb rating

3.1

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