Film

Seven Sinners

Name: Seven Sinners
Genre: Adventure, Comedy, Romance
Released: 1940
Cast: Marlene Dietrich, John Wayne, Albert Dekker, Broderick Crawford, Anna Lee

Comedy

A 1940 adventure-comedy where Marlene Dietrich plays a charming con artist banished across the Pacific, using wit and allure to manipulate everyone from naval officers to gangsters. It's a light, roguish entertainment—Dietrich at her most magnetic, Wayne as the sucker who might actually be smarter than he looks. For anyone who likes old Hollywood swagger and doesn't mind a heroine who answers to no one.

TMDb rating

3.0

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