James Mason and the Fatman in a solid thriller-ish experience which had a lot of flavors but struggled to find its own identity. For the most part a positive view, that only lacked a key moment to elevate it.
I'm sorry. I know it's a cliché, but watching this film along with it's contemporary releases, Citizen Kane (1941) really DOES stick out unlike anything else at the time. The unique performances, lighting/shadows, claustrophobic sets, experimental filming, not to mention the narrative structure, blah, blah blah.... you all know this. Others can tell you a lot more about that.
The film has received so much praise that there is almost a backlash to it. I think people seeking it out…
"Cricket, sir. Cricket!"
This is one of the funnier Alfred Hitchcock films and up there with The Man Who Knew Too Much (1934) and The 39 Steps (1935) as Hitchcock's best British work of the 30s. The pacing so different. Taking it's time for a seemingly irrelevant opening portion other then to get to know some of the people and get entertained with slapstick and naughtiness before the suspense elements slowly starts taking over when the train start rolling. And…