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Cool Hand Max’s review published on Letterboxd:
This review may contain spoilers.
"We've become a race of Peeping Toms. What people ought to do is get outside their own house and look in for a change. Yes sir. How's that for a bit of homespun philosophy?"
An immobilized man (physically and professionally) rekindling his thirst for perfection (in the form of Grace Kelly, of course!) by proving to her and to himself that his intuition is correct above all reasonable factoids. Not so much a treatise about the "battle of the sexes", as it is a demonstration of the divine inevitability of their cooperation (Thelma Ritter as the voice of down-to-earth wisdom). And even if Thorwald actually did the macabre deed, Hitchcock's warning about our addiction to weaving labyrinthine narratives out of our limited "rear window" perception of the World (the overly set-designed "neighborhood" of the piece, where Uncle Alfred himself is tuning the Time and constructing the Space) strikes even more boldly and closer to home in today's imagery and information bombardment culture. Regardless of higher thematic intentions and projections (not to mention any aesthetical discourse that can also be held for hours on end), as always with Hitchcock's oeuvre, this remains a very well told and very inviting yarn. Probably his most accessible entry point for novices, as well.