Mortal Sins

Téléfilm
1992
PG-13
1h 33m

ÉVALUATION IMDb

MA NOTE

Ajouter une intrigue dans votre langueA serial killer confesses to a priest, who becomes a suspect and a sleuth because he cannot tell the police.A serial killer confesses to a priest, who becomes a suspect and a sleuth because he cannot tell the police.A serial killer confesses to a priest, who becomes a suspect and a sleuth because he cannot tell the police.

Director
- Bradford May
Writers
- Greg Martinelli
- Dennis Paoli
Stars

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ÉVALUATION IMDb

5,4/10

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MA NOTE

Director
- Bradford May
Writers
- Greg Martinelli
- Dennis Paoli
Stars

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Nommé pour 1 prix Primetime Emmy
- 1 nomination au total

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Anecdotes
Teryl Rothery's debut with scene actions.

Gaffes
In the article Father Cusack is reading on microfiche, the word "raging" is misspelled "ragging".

Citations
Father Thomas Cusack: [to the dying killer] May the Lord who frees you from sin save you and raise you up

Connexions
Referenced in WWE Monday Night RAW: The Mother Of All Face Offs (1995)

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10/10

Father Cusack seems to have uncovered a mystery, but is torn by his devotion to his faith. Meanwhile, detectives look to shed some light on the the same mystery.

I have never seen a role more appropriate than this one for Christopher Reeve. It seems as though he was born to play Father Cusack. He delivers a powerful performance in this testimonial. Also, Greg Martinelli and Dennis Paoli offer a gripping story full of plot twists and turns that leave you reeling. The dialogue is flavorful and fresh, reminding viewers of the reality and humanity of the characters. With outstanding plot devices and symbolism, these writers really make life easy for Reeve, Guinan, McMillan, and Allen. The brilliantly crafted screenplay and top notch showings of the aforementioned more than make up for a lackluster if not stolid acting performance by Roxann Dawson, or Roxann Biggs, or whatever she goes by these days. Still, she finds herself unable to bring down this pearl amongst clam shells in a saturated film market. Bravo, and I can't wait for the next collaboration from Martinelli and Paoli.