Film

The Killers

Name: The Killers
Genre: Crime, Mystery, Thriller
Released: 1946
Cast: Edmond O'Brien, Burt Lancaster, Ava Gardner, Albert Dekker, Sam Levene

The Killers (1946) takes Hemingway's ten-page story — two gunmen arrive, the marked man doesn't run — and builds an entire mystery around why. Told through interlocking flashbacks as an insurance investigator pieces together a boxer's slide into ruin, it's dense, atmospheric noir, notable for Burt Lancaster's debut and Ava Gardner at her most lethal. More interested in inevitability than suspense.

TMDb rating

7.4

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