Film

The Postman Always Rings Twice

Name: The Postman Always Rings Twice
Genre: Drama, Romance, Crime, Thriller
Released: 1946
Cast: John Garfield, Lana Turner, Cecil Kellaway, Hume Cronyn, Leon Ames

A drifter, a diner, a bored young wife, and a husband who's in the way: this is pulp noir at its most physical, all sweat and gleaming white fabric and glances that mean murder. Garfield and Turner generate genuine heat, and the film never pretends their scheme is clever — just that desire made it feel inevitable. Lean, fatalistic, and 113 minutes of two people watching themselves ruin their own lives.

TMDb rating

7.1

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