Enigmatic and noir-ish story of a criminal outcast, Italian-style. There was times I felt it drifted a little, but it was a somewhat complex story which felt like it eventually drifted in the right direction.
Had it not been for that gangster portion in the middle, looking straight out of a Hollywood movie, this would have probable been excellent. Looked and felt so out-of-place. The thing is, the start felt like it was going somewhere and the ending was tragically beautiful. But then you had that crime streak, which ruined any sympathy for the main character. Amedeo Nazzari was still a real hunk and Anna Magnani was the classic Italian screen dame. Tough as nails,…
"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 never thought such a wonderfully rude romance story could have me in tears because of it's underlying sweetness!
The dialogue was incredible! I guess that's down to George Bernard Shaw who wrote the play. It escapes all the clichés to reach it's clichés and feels so much more rewarding then your average screwball farce because they actually do get under each others skin!
And this is another time when Leslie Howard takes my breath away. From being a actor…