There is something ominous, and yet comic, about an impeccably dressed man standing on the side of a dusty road in the middle of nowhere. More so if the man in question is Cary Grant and the man responsible is Alfred Hitchcock.
The effortless, and masterful, mixture of urbanity and roughness, of light-hearted humour and breath-holding suspense is the hallmark of many a Hitchcock film. In this case it is the hallmark of the film that screenwriter Ernest Lehman wrote to be &…
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