Heh heh. Henry Fonda just said he was thirty-eight.
This was supposed to be all taut and tense and nightmarish, but initially I found it kinda boring.
Then it became quite touching, and then I was strangely interested. And then I was bored again.
It’s not Hitchcock’s best. I think the moral is supposed to be: Women suck.
The Wrong Man. Alfred Hitchcock. 1956.
This post is part of the F&C series.