Film

D.O.A.

Name: D.O.A.
Genre: Mystery, Thriller, Crime
Released: 1949
Cast: Edmond O'Brien, Pamela Britton, Luther Adler, Beverly Garland, Lynn Baggett

D.O.A. is the ur-text of the "dying man solves his own murder" thriller: a small-town accountant discovers he's been fatally poisoned and has one day left to find out who did it and why. Brisk, sun-bleached, partly shot on real Los Angeles and San Francisco streets, it's noir with a stopwatch—tense and pulpy, but with real dread underneath.

TMDb rating

3.4

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you love noir built on a ticking clock, where a man chases his own killer through rain-slick city streets and the bleak logic of the premise does most of the work.

Skip it if you need lush, fast-moving spectacle or characters who grow much; the frame is clever but the emotional range stays narrow and the plot leans on talk in cramped rooms.

What it asks of you: It runs about eighty-three minutes and moves briskly, asking you to hold a grim, dryly cynical tone and follow a straightforward investigation without much relief.

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Sunset Boulevard1950

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The Big Clock1948

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The Third Man1949

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The Killers1946

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Kiss Me Deadly1955

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