Film

Straight Time

Name: Straight Time
Genre: Crime, Drama
Released: 1978
Cast: Dustin Hoffman, Theresa Russell, Gary Busey, Harry Dean Stanton, M. Emmet Walsh

Dustin Hoffman plays a burglar fresh out of prison, determined to stay clean—until his parole officer (M. Emmet Walsh) makes it personal. A lean, unglamorous crime thriller about how the system itself can push someone back toward the life it claims to prevent. Tense, character-driven, brutally unsentimental.

TMDb rating

3.6

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