Thursday, August 19, 2010


Hitchcock 1941, 99m

Rake Cary Grant ensnares Joan Fontaine, daughter of a wealthy general, and it immediately surfaces that money is not the least of Grant's problems. Hitch escorts us into the web of suspicion as lies, deceptions, shady business schemes, insurance money, and of course, murder, combine and it gradually becomes clear where the needle is pointing. Hitchcock, in his own words, loves to play his audience like an organ, and when your mind is in a mood for such enthrall-dom, he is a safe bet. As cleverly constructed as a watch, it's machineries of deception innocently invisible, the movie is full of delicious surprises at every turn and corner. The sledge hammers of the fifties are yet not in sight, for, as of now, the master of mischief is but two and forty.

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