Film

Odd Man Out

Name: Odd Man Out
Genre: Crime, Drama, Thriller
Released: 1947
Cast: James Mason, Robert Newton, Cyril Cusack, F.J. McCormick, Kathleen Ryan

Odd Man Out is Carol Reed's fog-soaked fever dream of a thriller: an IRA leader, shot and bleeding, staggers through one long Belfast night while the city closes in around him. James Mason gives one of cinema's great performances as a man dying by degrees, watched by drunks, painters, priests and informers. It's less a chase than a slow, expressionist reckoning with guilt — gorgeous, grim, and unforgettable.

TMDb rating

7.3

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