Film

Masquerade

Name: Masquerade
Genre: Drama, Romance, Thriller
Released: 1988
Cast: Rob Lowe, Meg Tilly, Kim Cattrall, Doug Savant, John Glover

Other titles called Masquerade: the 1965 film, the 1983 series (ABC).

Drama

A wealthy orphaned heiress encounters a charming yacht captain on Long Island, and she can't tell if he loves her or just her fortune. This 1988 thriller wraps a paranoid mystery in glossy eighties romance—all suspicion, designer clothes, and whether trust can survive wealth. For anyone who loves a good con-artist puzzle with soap-opera tension.

TMDb rating

2.8

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