Film

Raw Deal

Name: Raw Deal
Genre: Crime, Thriller
Released: 1948
Cast: Dennis O'Keefe, Claire Trevor, Marsha Hunt, John Ireland, Raymond Burr

Other titles called Raw Deal: the 1986 film.

A taut 1948 noir about a convict sprung from prison by a mobster who expects him dead, then must navigate betrayal, revenge, and the competing loyalties of two women. Raw Deal is lean, cynical, and propelled by genuine moral confusion—nobody here is clean, but some are worse than others. For noir purists and anyone who likes their crime stories ambiguous.

TMDb rating

3.4

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you love lean, hard-edged noir where a doomed man's stubborn nerve matters more than the plot's twists, and where the shadows, smoke and bruised romance do most of the talking.

Skip it if you want a brisk, polished crime caper with a satisfying mystery to solve; this is a gritty studio programmer, rougher and more theatrical than its reputation suggests, with stiff spots in the acting.

What it asks of you: It runs about eighty minutes and moves quickly, so you need to stay alert through the escape sequences, and it stays dark and heavy for most of its length.

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Gun Crazy1950

A lovers-on-the-run crime film with the same restless energy and moral rot that Raw Deal has. Made by the same cinematographer; visually it's a cousin, thematically it's a blood relative.

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The template for all heist noirs. A meticulous crime gone wrong, told from inside the gang rather than outside it. Every conspirator has a reason, and every reason destroys them.

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The Killers1946

Two hitmen arrive to kill a man, and the film rewinds to ask why. Burt Lancaster and Ava Gardner are hypnotic, and the structure—flashbacks within flashbacks—was radical for its time.

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Richard Widmark's debut as a psychotic killer is genuinely unsettling. The film noir about a squealer caught between the mob and the law has teeth and doesn't look away from ugliness.

But Widmark's performance can overshadow everything else. Once he leaves the screen, the film sags a little.

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Dick Powell—yes, that Dick Powell—in a complex noir about a private detective drowning in femme fatales and double-crosses. It's baroque and paranoid and exactly what noir should feel like.

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Rita Hayworth in the role that defined the femme fatale. The love triangle between two men and one woman has the same bitter, claustrophobic energy as Raw Deal.

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