Film

The 10th Victim

Name: The 10th Victim
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Science Fiction
Released: 1965
Cast: Marcello Mastroianni, Ursula Andress, Elsa Martinelli, Salvo Randone, Massimo Serato

Marcello Mastroianni plays a jaded playboy who'd rather flirt than fight for his life in a future where legalized murder is TV's biggest hit. Ursula Andress is the icy assassin assigned to kill him — on camera, for ratings. It's satire dressed as spy caper: sleek, funny, endlessly stylish, more interested in seduction and product placement than survival. A gorgeous, cynical time capsule.

TMDb rating

6.6

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