Film

The Big Heat

Name: The Big Heat
Genre: Crime, Thriller
Released: 1953
Cast: Glenn Ford, Gloria Grahame, Jocelyn Brando, Alexander Scourby, Lee Marvin

Fritz Lang's lean, vicious noir is what happens when a decent cop finds out the town he protects is rotten from the mayor's office down. Glenn Ford plays fury with a flat, terrifying calm; Gloria Grahame steals the picture as the moll who pays for everyone else's sins. Eighty-nine minutes, no fat, no mercy — justice costs plenty when you do it yourself.

TMDb rating

7.7

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