Film

The Limping Man

Name: The Limping Man
Genre: Thriller
Released: 1953
Cast: Lloyd Bridges, Moira Lister, Alan Wheatley, Leslie Phillips, Hélène Cordet

A post-war thriller about an American veteran returning to London to find his former lover entangled in espionage and murder. It's a brisk, unpretentious B-picture with genuine paranoia and the particular gloom of 1950s Britain—less interested in thrills than in the cold distance between people who once knew each other.

TMDb rating

2.7

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