Film

Fear City

Name: Fear City
Genre: Crime, Thriller
Released: 1984
Cast: Tom Berenger, Billy Dee Williams, Jack Scalia, Melanie Griffith, Rossano Brazzi

A 1984 thriller about a serial killer targeting Manhattan strippers, with a noir-inflected cop and private eye closing in. It's stylish, pulpy exploitation with genuine menace—all neon shadows and sleaze, shot with grimy precision. For fans of '80s crime cinema who like their thrillers morally murky and atmospherically thick.

TMDb rating

2.7

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Blow Out1981

De Palma's masterpiece, with John Travolta as a sound engineer accidentally witnessing a political assassination. Paranoia, technical brilliance, conspiracy, and the obsessive mechanics of truth-seeking.

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