Film

The Wages of Fear

Name: The Wages of Fear
Genre: Drama, Thriller, Adventure
Released: 1953
Cast: Yves Montand, Charles Vanel, Peter van Eyck, Folco Lulli, Véra Clouzot

Henri-Georges Clouzot's 1953 thriller strips desperation down to its purest form: four broke men agree to drive trucks loaded with nitroglycerin across a hundred miles of rutted jungle road, for money that might let them leave hell behind — if they survive. It's slow, sweaty, and unbearably tense, less adventure than an anatomy of fear itself. For patient viewers who want dread, not spectacle.

TMDb rating

8.0

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