Film

Winter Kills

Name: Winter Kills
Genre: Drama, Mystery, Thriller, Comedy
Released: 1979
Cast: Jeff Bridges, John Huston, Anthony Perkins, Eli Wallach, Sterling Hayden

A stylish, delirious conspiracy thriller about a dead president's brother chasing ghosts through America's shadow world. William Richert's debut is a tonal oddity—part noir, part satire, part paranoia fever dream—that lurches between the deadly serious and the absurd. It's for anyone who loves the texture of '70s cynicism and doesn't mind a film that refuses to settle into one mood.

TMDb rating

2.9

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