Film

The Detective

Name: The Detective
Genre: Crime, Mystery, Drama
Released: 1968
Cast: Frank Sinatra, Lee Remick, Ralph Meeker, Jack Klugman, Horace McMahon

Frank Sinatra plays a New York detective investigating a brutal murder that unravels corruption, sexual coercion, and institutional rot. It's a grimy, morally confused procedural—less interested in solving crime than in the machinery that prevents justice. For fans of cynical 1960s crime cinema who want their heroes compromised.

TMDb rating

3.0

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