Film

L.A. Confidential

Name: L.A. Confidential
Genre: Crime, Mystery, Thriller
Released: 1997
Cast: Kevin Spacey, Russell Crowe, Guy Pearce, James Cromwell, Kim Basinger

A shimmering, cynical LA noir dressed up as prestige studio filmmaking: three cops, three methods, one city rotten from the vice squad down. Curtis Hanson turns James Ellroy's brick of a novel into something sleek and propulsive, all tabloid flashbulbs and Chandler-dark alleys. It's for anyone who wants their crime story stylish, morally slippery, and just a little bit in love with its own surfaces.

TMDb rating

7.8

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