Film

Frenzy

Name: Frenzy
Genre: Crime, Thriller, Horror
Released: 1972
Cast: Jon Finch, Barry Foster, Barbara Leigh-Hunt, Anna Massey, Alec McCowen

Hitchcock's 1972 return to his British roots is a visceral, darkly funny thriller about a man wrongly hunted for a serial killer's crimes. Savage and surprisingly breezy, it's Hitchcock proving he could still provoke and unsettle in an era of looser censorship. For anyone who wants their suspense with a gallows grin.

TMDb rating

3.6

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you enjoy Hitchcock's late, mischievous black comedy, where a fugitive's desperate flight through London's markets and pubs is as wry as it is grim.

Skip it if you want a lean, tightly paced thriller, since this runs nearly two hours and lingers on sordid detail, with some nastiness that some viewers will find hard going.

What it asks of you: A leisurely build of nearly two hours, with the set-up unfolding slowly before the pace tightens, and darker moments shown with uncomfortable directness.

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