Film

The Loves of Carmen

Name: The Loves of Carmen
Genre: Drama, Romance
Released: 1948
Cast: Rita Hayworth, Glenn Ford, Ron Randell, Victor Jory, Luther Adler

Rita Hayworth incinerates the screen as Carmen, the irresistible gypsy who destroys a soldier's life in 1948's lush, Technicolor adaptation of Bizet's opera. It's melodrama at full throttle—sumptuous, absurd, utterly unsubtle, and deeply committed to its own passion. For anyone who loves classic Hollywood excess and the particular charge of watching beautiful people make terrible decisions.

TMDb rating

3.3

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