Film

Night Falls on Manhattan

Name: Night Falls on Manhattan
Genre: Drama, Crime
Released: 1997
Cast: Andy Garcia, Ian Holm, James Gandolfini, Lena Olin, Shiek Mahmud-Bey

A newly minted DA navigates the seductive machinery of ambition when a corruption investigation threatens to expose his own father. Sidney Lumet's taut procedural examines how proximity to power corrupts judgment, shot with the crisp precision of 1970s thrillers but set in a world where everyone has something to lose. For viewers who want moral complications over heroics.

TMDb rating

3.2

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you like slow-burning legal and moral pressure, where a decent man's loyalties slowly curdle and the corruption is more about family than gunfights.

Skip it if you want brisk action or a tidy thriller, since this is talky and deliberate, living in conversations and family rows far more than in the street.

What it asks of you: Just under two hours of unhurried build, with a dark, weighty tone and steady attention needed to track who is loyal to whom.

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