To the critics who bemoaned on the release of “To Catch a Thief” that it lacked Alfred Hitchcock’s usual suspense, I ask:
Is the wonderment of what Grace Kelly will wear in the next scene not enough?
There is a marked lack of psychopaths with thirsty daggers in “To Catch a Thief,” but the film hardly lacks in revelations that take a viewer’s breath away. Perhaps not with a startled gasp, but rather a sigh. A golden ballgown, a white…