directed by: Alfred Hitchcock
written by: Sidney Gilliat, Frank Launder + Ethel Lina White (book)
starring: Margaret Lockwood, Michael Redgrave, Naunton Wayne, Basil Radford
seen: 12th August, 2015
Why on Earth is Hitchcock dubbed the master of suspence and not the master of humour? I've been under the attack by some very cheeky ideas about how this film would turn out if some members of "Monty Python" could help out a bit. I can't imagine anything else than pure gold. After all, it does have, even now, a scene of rabbits from the hat stoicly watching a magician fight a wanna-be detective! And then there's a scene of a man trying to save himself with the use of a white cloth that is just as impressive, but straight away from a different genre, indeed. Maybe Hitch was the master of it all.
I've seen Michael Redgrave for the first time last year (in "Secret Beyond The Door") and for some time I only thought of him as of a handsome mannequin, so I am as surprised as anybody that I've developed a taste for his talents after all. I also need to label those two sport-obsessed gentlemen as divine (I saw them first in "Dead of Night", but here they are "the originals"), divine in their own stiff and reserved way, oh, I want to meet them for afternoon tea every Thursday.
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