This is one of the least satisfying of all Hitchcock's films. It simply does not hang together as a love story or make sense as a thriller. Cary Grant's rogue is charming and amusing but simply unconvincing as a possible murderer and Joan Fontaine frets, dithers, and whimpers so long and so feebly that no sensible audience would vote to keep her alive past the second reel. In short, the movie simply goes nowhere.
This is simply a directionless film with no ending and not much point. The only good thing about it is the fact that it served as practice to allow the master director to sharpen his skills for far better efforts.
This is simply a directionless film with no ending and not much point. The only good thing about it is the fact that it served as practice to allow the master director to sharpen his skills for far better efforts.