Film

Johnny Cool

Name: Johnny Cool
Genre: Crime, Drama, Thriller
Released: 1963
Cast: Henry Silva, Elizabeth Montgomery, Richard Anderson, Jim Backus, Joey Bishop

Gangster

A 1963 crime thriller about a deported mobster who grooms a young Italian convict to infiltrate American underworld operations. It's a sleek, oddly assured film that treats its lurid premise with genuine style, mixing noir sensibilities with a peculiar strain of cold menace. The kind of thing you watch at 2am and cannot quite believe exists.

TMDb rating

2.7

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you love lean, stylish 1960s crime pictures where a cold, precise professional moves through the underworld with more menace than talk, and the mood carries more weight than the plot.

Skip it if you need a brisk, clearly paced plot with a lot of forward momentum, since this one lingers on atmosphere and its story moves at a deliberate, sometimes languid speed.

What it asks of you: It runs about an hour and forty minutes and asks you to settle into a slow, watchful rhythm, letting the cool, shadowy tone build rather than rushing you through the action.

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