Mikael Stånggren’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Oh, he was thrilling in that new thing with Bergman. What was it called now? Something of the something. No, that's the other one. This was just plain Something."
Purchased two Blu-ray boxes containing a total of 14 films by the master of the macabre, Alfred Hitchcock, of which I've only seen about a third.
Starting with Rope as the first pick among the unseen, I'm certainly off to a magnificent re-entry into the suspenseful realm of the Hitch.
An extraordinarily well-written powder keg of a motion picture driven by its characters, their wonderfully dynamic interactions and the psychological weapons and mischief commonly employed by the darkly intelligent. I also take away that I've seen far too few plays in my life.
The only thing missing, which would have made it impeccable, was an elaborate and unasked-for analysis of the discography of Huey Lewis and the News. Or something equivalent to its era. I don't know enough about music prior to Motown to attempt such an analogy.