Film

Laura

Name: Laura
Genre: Drama, Mystery
Released: 1944
Cast: Dana Andrews, Gene Tierney, Clifton Webb, Vincent Price, Judith Anderson

Laura is the film noir that trades gunfights for gossip: a murder mystery propelled by cocktail-party wit and one detective's slow, faintly embarrassing infatuation with a woman he believes is dead. Clifton Webb's acid narration and that impossibly hummable theme give it a hothouse elegance rare in the genre. Watch it for the atmosphere and the twist, not the chase.

TMDb rating

7.6

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