Film

Marked Woman

Name: Marked Woman
Genre: Crime, Drama, Thriller
Released: 1937
Cast: Bette Davis, Humphrey Bogart, Lola Lane, Isabel Jewell, Rosalind Marquis

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A legal thriller where five nightclub hostesses testify against a mob boss—a rare 1937 film that treats women as active agents in their own justice rather than damsels. Bette Davis commands every frame with fierce intelligence, Bogart crackles with moral ambiguity, and the violence is shockingly direct for its era. Utterly modern in spirit.

TMDb rating

3.3

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