Film

Double Indemnity

Name: Double Indemnity
Genre: Crime, Thriller
Released: 1944
Cast: Fred MacMurray, Barbara Stanwyck, Edward G. Robinson, Porter Hall, Jean Heather

Billy Wilder's blueprint for American film noir: an insurance salesman, a bored housewife, and a murder plot narrated in flashback by a man who already knows how it ends. Shot in hard shadow, scripted with Raymond Chandler's flint, it's less whodunit than how-doomed — cool, cynical, and merciless about desire. Essential, not exactly comfortable.

TMDb rating

8.1

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