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Based on a novel by
Arthur La Bern. Hitchcock's second-to-last film, generally
regarded as limping through a routine: mistaken identity, a
killer on the loose, and a female blonde. But adding to this
story of a London sex killer is a little bit of spice in the
form of food: much of the film takes place in an outdoor
market and in pubs, and the suspected killer (but not the
actual one) is constantly avoiding his wife's inedible
gourmet meals while he himself is stuffed in a sack of
potatoes, and it's in a stack of them that a final wrestling
match ensues. Sex, food death-Hitch merely simplified things.
(by Rebecca L. Epstein) |
