Film

Point Blank

Name: Point Blank
Genre: Crime, Thriller, Drama
Released: 1967
Cast: Lee Marvin, Angie Dickinson, John Vernon, Keenan Wynn, Carroll O'Connor

Point Blank is less thriller than tone poem: Lee Marvin plays an almost mute wall of a man cutting through 1960s LA's crime syndicate to retrieve a laughably small sum of stolen cash. John Boorman fractures time, drowns dialogue in silence, and shoots violence as cool geometry. It's for viewers who want mood, formal daring and existential dread over plot logic or warmth.

TMDb rating

7.0

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