Film

Homicide

Name: Homicide
Genre: Drama, Crime, Mystery, Thriller
Released: 1991
Cast: Joe Mantegna, William H. Macy, Vincent Guastaferro, J.J. Johnston, Jack Wallace

David Mamet's procedural about a cop investigating a murder that pulls him into an unsettling conspiracy. Tense and cerebral, it moves like a thriller but thinks like a philosophy seminar. Favors talk over action; rewards close attention. For viewers who like their mysteries to puzzle rather than explain.

TMDb rating

3.2

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