Best Detective Movies of All Time — Film’s Greatest Gumshoes

It’s not exactly clear what the mystery is in Inherent Vice, nor is it very clear what the answer is. Paul Thomas Anderson’s stoned noir follows Doc, played by Joaquin Phoenix, as he meanders across 1970 Los Angeles.

The confusion is a function of the film, not a flaw. The haziness of the plot creates an ineffable vibe that perfectly captures the slow-motion implosion of the counterculture movement as it entered a new decade. Characters disappear and reappear without any apparent logic and larger forces move in the background without any accountability.

Put all this together with an immaculate soundtrack and evocative cinematography and you’ve got yourself a defining neo-noir of the 2010s.

What can be said about Silence of the Lambs that hasn’t already been spoken into the ground? The expertly crafted screenplay, the stellar performances by Anthony Hopkins and Jodie Foster, and the unnerving direction by Jonathan Demme– all seem like trite points.

Silence of the Lambs’ power can be seen in its countless imitators which followed. The movie’s critical and commercial success made it the most influential thriller since Fritz Lang’s M.

Yes, some of Demme’s masterpiece hasn’t aged well (Buffalo Bill), but its overall impact has not waned in the decades that have passed since its release.

It’s safe to say there would be no Inherent Vice without Robert Altman’s The Long Goodbye (would there be a PTA without Altman?). The Long Goodbye is the quintessence of the cynical detective who has no idea what’s going on.

Frequent Altman collaborator Elliott Gould plays Philip Marlowe, a lonesome sleuth who accidentally gets wrapped up in a mystery inside of a mystery. It’s Gould at his coolest, and Altman at his finest.

Like Silence of the Lambs, this is a picture that spawned a lot of copies, albeit a bit more niche. Returning back to the source, you’ll see why so many filmmakers have been profoundly affected by this wandering classic.

Seven is filled with memorable moments. That hair-raising gluttony scene, the reveal of John Doe’s apartment, and, who could forget, “What’s in the box?”. All these unforgettable scenes add up to a horribly bleak movie that seems to take place in one of the rings of Hell. 

Although David Fincher had already directed Alien 3 (and a lot of music videos), Seven is the first movie that really introduced the public to his sensibilities. The green-yellow color palette, high contrast, exacting coverage, dark outlook– it’s all here.

Seven is a magic trick, at once viscerally disgusting and endlessly rewatchable. How many times have we heard Detective Mills’ final lament?

The title Touch of Evil is a bit misleading. There is a lot of evil in Orson Welles’ definitive noir, which would be the crowning achievement of nearly any other director’s career.

Like with Citizen Kane, Welles pulls off both an incredible performance in front of the camera while also directing like no one else could. The famous opening scene of the film is the most flashy piece of direction, but the entire movie is filled with moments of brilliant blocking and lighting.

This is not to mention Evil’s subject matter, dealing with the complex border politics between the US and Mexico, as well as the cancerous racism plaguing American law enforcement. It’s a film as relevant today as it was in the 50s.

There’s never been another neo-noir like Blade Runner. The neon-drenched streets mixed with the ageless architecture of the Tyrell corporation, Harrison Ford’s icy performance mixed with Rutger Hauer’s humanistic tour-de-force: it’s a movie filled with seeming contradictions that complement each other perfectly.

Detective movies always wrestle with questions much larger than the mystery at hand, and this is especially true for Blade Runner, which asks nothing less than, “What does it mean to be human?”

After an unforgettable monologue from Hauer and a stirring final shot, the question feels all the more urgent and unanswered.

After the first golden age of noirs in the 1940s and 50s, the 70s saw a new resurgence for the genre, and Chinatown is the crown jewel of the era.

Perhaps no other noir better encapsulated the disillusioned zeitgeist of 1970s America. As Jake Gittes digs deeper into the mystery presented to him, threads begin to unravel into uncomfortable truths.

Chinatown has been analyzed by critics for half a century; as a parable of the dark history behind LA’s urban planning, a modern interpretation of Oedipus Rex, and a larger metaphor for the power dynamics in America. It’s a layered and complex work worthy of re-watching.

Heat splits its time between detective and criminal, drawing parallels between the two professions. Both McCauley and Hanna are men addicted to their work, striving for perfection at the cost of having a personal life.

But beyond its investigation of destructive masculinities, Heat is simply a fun watch. The heist scene is one of the greatest shootouts of all time, the diner scene is one of the most thrilling acting showdowns ever, and the final scene is as gripping as it is devastating.

Michael Mann continues to return to Heat, writing a book which takes place in its world and working on a sequel. Watching the film, it’s hard to blame him.

Cure is a masterclass in the atmosphere. All of its elements— production design, score, cinematography, and performances— meld together seamlessly to create an undercurrent of amorphic dread.

Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s greatest film is a juggling act: a captivating mystery, powerful domestic drama, and science-fiction curiosity all at once. Koji Yakusho plays a haunted detective searching for a culprit for a series of nearly identical grisly deaths, and as he gets closer to an answer, he strays farther from an understanding of what is and isn’t real.

Cure is a psychological thriller like no other, and remains a towering achievement in the wave of Japanese horror from the late 90s.

Memories of Murder is a detective movie that only Bong Joon-ho could make. The writer/director’s calling cards are all here– genre-bending, flawless high-wire performance from Song Kang-ho, patient and ingenious direction.

Memories of Murder’s power lie in its characters, particularly Park Doo-man. Park is simply not a good detective; he’s barely a good guy. And yet he wants to solve these murders more than anyone else. So the question is: how far can sheer force of will take you?

The film is based on a true story, and Bong Joon-ho manages to make it both an entertaining thriller while also being respectful towards the real-world victims of the horrific crimes.

In the end, it’s a heartbreaking portrait of a broken system made up of broken people.