Noirvember week 3 "Hangover Square"


A promising classical musician finds his life poisoned by a music hall dancer -- and by the strange gaps in his memory.

A fast paced and enthralling noir,  enhanced by a mesmerizing score by Bernard Hermann and a fiery climax,plus a very daring for its time scene were a corpse is burned in a guy fawkes day bonfire that still stuns. A underseen noir that deserves more attention.

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