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.
Shirley Temple
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