Film

The Thirteenth Guest

Name: The Thirteenth Guest
Genre: Mystery, Thriller
Released: 1932
Cast: Ginger Rogers, Lyle Talbot, J. Farrell MacDonald, Paul Hurst, Erville Alderson

A proto-slasher mystery from 1932 where the ghosts of a disastrous dinner party return as bullets and bodies. Ginger Rogers navigates creaky sets and creakier dialogue in a film that's more fascinating as a historical artifact than as gripping entertainment—a template being written in real time, before anyone knew the rules.

TMDb rating

2.6

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