Film

Touch of Evil

Name: Touch of Evil
Genre: Crime, Thriller, Drama
Released: 1958
Cast: Charlton Heston, Janet Leigh, Orson Welles, Joseph Calleia, Akim Tamiroff

Orson Welles's fever-dream noir opens with one of cinema's most famous tracking shots and never lets the tension drop. A car bomb at the US-Mexico border pulls an honeymooning cop into the orbit of Hank Quinlan, a bloated, corrupt police captain who has decided guilt is something you plant rather than prove. Shadowy, sweaty, morally rotten — this is B-movie pulp shot like grand opera.

TMDb rating

7.7

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Double Indemnity1944

The gold standard of shadow, cynicism and doomed schemes, and the film that taught noir how to talk. Cleaner and colder than Welles's swamp, but cut from the same black cloth.

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