Film

Prince of the City

Name: Prince of the City
Genre: Drama, Thriller, Crime
Released: 1981
Cast: Treat Williams, Jerry Orbach, Richard Foronjy, Don Billett, Kenny Marino

Sidney Lumet's nearly three-hour slow burn follows an NYPD narcotics detective who agrees to inform on corrupt colleagues, believing he can protect his closest friends — and then watches that promise collapse under the weight of wiretaps, testimony, and his own compromised past. It's procedural, patient, and morally exhausting in the best way: for viewers who want institutional rot rendered in granular, unglamorous detail, not a shootout.

TMDb rating

7.0

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