Film

True Confessions

Name: True Confessions
Genre: Crime, Drama
Released: 1981
Cast: Robert De Niro, Robert Duvall, Charles Durning, Kenneth McMillan, Ed Flanders

Police procedural

Two brothers—a corrupt detective and an ambitious priest—collide over a murdered prostitute in 1940s Los Angeles. Grosse, morally turbid, and anchored by De Niro and Duvall at their finest, it's a film about how power corrupts differently depending on where you wield it. Not easy to watch, but unforgettable.

TMDb rating

3.1

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