Film

Desperate

Name: Desperate
Genre: Thriller, Crime
Released: 1947
Cast: Steve Brodie, Audrey Long, Raymond Burr, Douglas Fowley, William Challee

A 1947 film noir about an innocent man fleeing a robbery accusation. Shot in crisp black-and-white with sharp dialogue and paranoid momentum, it's a lean, efficient thriller that trusts viewers to keep up. For anyone who loves lean crime pictures where the engine never stops turning.

TMDb rating

3.3

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