Film

The Fifth Cord

Name: The Fifth Cord
Genre: Mystery, Thriller, Horror
Released: 1971
Cast: Franco Nero, Silvia Monti, Wolfgang Preiss, Edmund Purdom, Rossella Falk

A 1971 Italian thriller where a cynical journalist becomes entangled in a serial murder investigation, hunted by both killer and cops. Stylish and paranoid, it's a giallo at its most unsettling: all shadows, red herrings, and the creeping sensation that everyone's guilty of something. For fans of vicarious dread and moral ambiguity.

TMDb rating

3.3

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