Film

Stranger on the Third Floor

Name: Stranger on the Third Floor
Genre: Crime, Drama, Mystery, Thriller
Released: 1940
Cast: Peter Lorre, John McGuire, Margaret Tallichet, Charles Waldron, Elisha Cook Jr.

A newspaper reporter's testimony sends a man to the electric chair—then doubt creeps in. This 1940 noir is a lean, psychologically claustrophobic chamber piece about guilt and reasonable doubt, told through increasingly fractured reality. Essential viewing for anyone who wants to see where American crime cinema learned to distrust itself.

TMDb rating

3.3

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