“It’s like the pictures isn’t it?”
“Too much for my liking.”
Though there are guidelines that suggest I should be otherwise, I always feel a bit funny treating anything under 75 minutes like a feature, but this being part of my Hitchcock marathon I guess I’ll have to overlook this… To be honest it was quite nice to discover that this was so short at 61 minutes as I’m anxious to get on to the good stuff (mainly just the next one – Waltzes from Vienna – to struggle past now…).
It’s really only a two-act movie, even: the first occurs in an empty house, with the second half of the movie reserved for an elaborate chase scene built almost entirely out of models. It’s marginally riveting at turns and you certainly can’t say it outstays its welcome or anything; and there is the super-Hitchcockian touch of the man and woman handcuffed together, the scene I took the above exchange from, a wonderful bit of self-reference that I love to find in movies. But it’s pretty missable overall.