Film

White Heat

Name: White Heat
Genre: Crime, Drama, Thriller
Released: 1949
Cast: James Cagney, Virginia Mayo, Edmond O'Brien, Margaret Wycherly, Steve Cochran

James Cagney's last great gangster performance is a sweaty, coiled thing — a mother-obsessed criminal spiraling toward a spectacular finish. Raoul Walsh directs it like a fever dream, all nervous tics and sudden violence, while Edmond O'Brien's undercover cop quietly circles the wreckage. It's noir at its most theatrical: operatic, unhinged, and built toward one of cinema's great last lines.

TMDb rating

7.6

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