Twisted Nerve
This one is interesting for a lot of reasons – Tarantino fans will get excited as soon as the opening credits start up (that theme will be in my head for days, it’s one that’s always catchy and never tires; made even more memorable by the character it represents here; could do without the slaughtered “jazz” version, though, lol), and Hayley Mills is ridiculously gorgeous.
It’s very risqué for its time (not to mention for a Hayley Mills film gasp) while at the same time giving its age away with phenomenally narrow-minded generalisations. At 2 hours it’s way overlong. Hitchcock would’ve had much more fun with it, and it’s a massive shame he didn’t. For a Hayley Mills fan, though, it’s a similar kind of gem as I found Far From Home as a Drew Barrymore fan. I’ve been reading the novel of Marnie recently and in trying to find a different, more British voice for Marnie in my head I found myself settling on Hayley Mills and ultimately thinking how great it would’ve been not only to see her in that movie, but in any Hitchcock movie … so, especially with the Bernard Herrmann music, this is about the best consolation prize you could hope for and personally, I loved it.