Film

The Lost Weekend

Name: The Lost Weekend
Genre: Drama
Released: 1945
Cast: Ray Milland, Jane Wyman, Phillip Terry, Howard Da Silva, Doris Dowling

Billy Wilder's unflinching portrait of a writer trapped inside a four-day binge, told with the shadows and nervous energy of film noir even though nobody's committing a crime except against himself. It doesn't moralize, doesn't excuse, and doesn't blink. Tense, occasionally darkly funny, and still startlingly clear-eyed about denial eighty years on.

TMDb rating

7.6

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