Film

The Killer Wore Gloves

Name: The Killer Wore Gloves
Genre: Thriller, Crime, Mystery, Horror
Released: 1974
Cast: Gillian Hills, Ángel del Pozo, Silvia Solar, Stelio Candelli, Carlos Otero

A twisty 1974 British thriller about a young woman caught in a web of murder and mistaken identity after renting her flat to a suspicious stranger. It's a Sunday-afternoon mystery that moves briskly through murders, false leads, and increasingly baroque plot turns. For fans of Seventies genre cinema who don't mind a little wobble in logic if the mood is right.

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