Film

The Painted Veil

Name: The Painted Veil
Genre: Drama, Romance
Released: 1934
Cast: Greta Garbo, Herbert Marshall, George Brent, Warner Oland, Jean Hersholt

Other titles called The Painted Veil: the 2006 film.

Greta Garbo at her most luminous plays a restless wife who betrays her husband with a charming diplomat in 1930s Shanghai. When the truth emerges, she's dragged to a cholera-stricken village where she must confront the wreckage of her choices. It's a film about desire meeting consequence, shot through with melancholy and the kind of romantic glamour that only Garbo could carry without irony.

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3.2

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