What a cool movie day. Ned made popcorn, which he fixed in bowls for each of us and we settled in to watch this 1954 Alfred Hithcock comedy/mystery, which introduced Shirley MacLean.
The trouble with Harry is that he is dead. And nobody's quite sure what to do with the body. Edmond Gwenn (Santa Claus in Miracle on 34th Street) is Captaini Wiles, who thinks he shot him accidentally while shooting at rabbits. MacLean is the widow Jennifer Rogers (whose young son is Jerry Mathers before there was Leave it to Beaver). Harry is her estranged husband, whom she hit over the head with a milk bottle and thinks that might have caused his death. But Miss Gravely (Mildred Natwick) hit him with the heel of her shoe when he tried to attack her.
John Forsythe, as the artist Sam Marlowe, helps bury the body -- three times until the sheriff gets wind of a possible murder.
It's not as complicated as it sounds, with more humor than the usual Hitchcock tenseness. The ratings say it has "adult situations," but darned if I can figure out what that might be, except the Forsythe kissed MacLean...very chastely.
But it's a good movie and much more enjoyable to me than Memento. And even Walt sat down and watched the whole thing.
John Forsythe, as the artist Sam Marlowe, helps bury the body -- three times until the sheriff gets wind of a possible murder.
It's not as complicated as it sounds, with more humor than the usual Hitchcock tenseness. The ratings say it has "adult situations," but darned if I can figure out what that might be, except the Forsythe kissed MacLean...very chastely.
But it's a good movie and much more enjoyable to me than Memento. And even Walt sat down and watched the whole thing.
