Film

Singapore

Name: Singapore
Genre: Adventure, Romance, Crime
Released: 1947
Cast: Fred MacMurray, Ava Gardner, Roland Culver, Richard Haydn, Spring Byington

Crime

A postwar adventure romance set in Singapore's shadowy underworld. Matt Gordon chases smuggled pearls and a lost love who's mysteriously reappeared with no memory of him. It's a heady cocktail of noir atmosphere, tropical intrigue, and the particular melancholy of wartime reunions—perfect for fans of mid-century escapism with moral texture.

TMDb rating

3.1

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