Force of Evil (1948) felt like a poetic crime movie....
Leslie Brooks as a blonde with a heart of ice, killing her men. The notoriety of the role as a female serial killer didn't extend her career as it was pretty much over once 1948 was done, but it was a nice attempt. The film just didn't have any oomph besides her, so it fell partly flat.
"Cricket, sir. Cricket!"
This is one of the funnier Alfred Hitchcock films and up there with The Man Who Knew Too Much (1934) and The 39 Steps (1935) as Hitchcock's best British work of the 30s. The pacing so different. Taking it's time for a seemingly irrelevant opening portion other then to get to know some of the people and get entertained with slapstick and naughtiness before the suspense elements slowly starts taking over when the train start rolling. And…
I'm sorry. I know it's a cliché, but watching this film along with it's contemporary releases, Citizen Kane (1941) really DOES stick out unlike anything else at the time. The unique performances, lighting/shadows, claustrophobic sets, experimental filming, not to mention the narrative structure, blah, blah blah.... you all know this. Others can tell you a lot more about that.
The film has received so much praise that there is almost a backlash to it. I think people seeking it out…