Lorenzo Ladogana’s review published on Letterboxd:
One of my all-time favourites.
The Third Man is an exquisite piece of cinema that hit all of my cords. Everytime Anton Karas' zither starts playing, i plunge in the dark atmosphere of post-WWII Vienna, between the luxurious hotels and the rubbles. waiting for Orson Welles' devilish smile to pop out of the shadows.
This film also strains from my usual disdain for Dutch angles, as Carol Reed's is able to use them masterfully, making the viewer immersed in its black-and-white close-ups and leaving him confused and dazzled just as Joseph Cotten in a crowd filled with German-speaking folks.
If i should choose a film to bring with me in the grave, this would be one of my first choices.