Film

The Left Hand of God

Name: The Left Hand of God
Genre: Drama, Adventure
Released: 1955
Cast: Humphrey Bogart, Gene Tierney, Lee J. Cobb, Agnes Moorehead, E.G. Marshall

Drama

A tough operator poses as a priest at a remote Chinese mission in 1947, caught between a dangerous warlord past, a crumbling nation, and an attraction to the mission nurse that threatens his reinvention. Bogart gives the role a weary, conflicted weight—this is a man trying to become someone better, or at least convincingly fake it. Lean, morally complicated, and genuinely tense.

TMDb rating

3.2

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