Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU, Mr Cranky!!!! At last I have met a kindred spirit!!! In my media major, I was forced to watch this 3rd rate drivel, and, to compound the torture, was then required to analyse, dissect, endlessly debate and write about it. Had I said in my essay response (minimum words - 3,500) what I TRULY felt, ie, that watching NBNW was a cheaper and more effective cure for insomnia than a bottle of Mogadon -I would have failed my degree.
Had Hitchcock billed this garbage as a fantasy, perhaps I could have accepted it as such - for who in their right mind could possibly pay any credence to the preposterous story? But selling it to the public as a thriller was unforgivable. PS For future film critics/students of Media/etc - If forced to view endless re-runs of this nonsense, watch for the scene in the restaurant, where (snigger!) Hitchcock obviously (if only momentarily) lost full control of the extras. For the uninitiated, there is a shooting scene in a restaurant. God knows how many takes the director demanded, but if you look carefully, you'll see a child of what appears to be the the masculine gender stuffing his fingers into his ears BEFORE the shots occur. Gorgeous stuff. It almost makes the film worthwhile as a 7th rate comedy.
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