Film

Murphy's Law

Name: Murphy's Law
Genre: Action, Thriller, Crime
Released: 1986
Cast: Charles Bronson, Kathleen Wilhoite, Carrie Snodgress, Robert F. Lyons, Richard Romanus

A 1986 Charles Bronson thriller about a cop framed for his ex-wife's murder who escapes custody to find the real killer. It's pure eighties action: lean, cynical, built for Bronson's weathered charisma and a screenplay that trusts plot over exposition. For fans of straightforward crime thrillers with zero pretense and a hero you root for because he's competent, not because he's likeable.

TMDb rating

3.1

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you want a lean, grimy revenge-and-chase picture built on a stoic star's glowering presence and blunt, pulpy set pieces rather than clever plotting.

Skip it if the plot is thin and the villains are cartoonish, and the violence is handled with a sour, indifferent relish that some viewers will find hard to sit through.

What it asks of you: Expect a brisk hundred minutes of chase and confrontation, with little patience for quiet character work; the attention it wants is loose and physical, not close reading.

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