Orson Welles' last great 1940s role, as Harry Lime, master-criminal at large in a post-war Vienna of fairs and ruins, shapes and shadows. They seek him here, they seek him there. Harry Lime is presumed dead, but there can be few film-goers now who don't know that he turns out to be alive, and ultimately pursued through the sewers of the city by Joseph Cotten, Trevor Howard, Bernard Lee and Anton Karas's insistent zither music, which hooked itself into the minds of audiences worldwide. There's devastating photography by Robert Krasker (deservedly winning an Oscar), unforgettable individual moments (especially Harry's betrayal by a cat) and inspired direction by Carol Reed. A true classic that's not to be missed.