Film

High Anxiety

Name: High Anxiety
Genre: Comedy, Mystery, Thriller
Released: 1977
Cast: Mel Brooks, Madeline Kahn, Cloris Leachman, Harvey Korman, Ron Carey

Comedy

Mel Brooks's love letter to Hitchcock, filtered through psychiatric bedlam. A neurotic shrink with a crippling fear of heights stumbles into a sanatorium where the doctors are the real patients—scheming murderers hiding behind clipboards and Freudian jargon. It's broad comedy built on meticulous homage, slapstick colliding with genuine thriller mechanics. For anyone who loves jokes that land like slapstick pie-in-the-face and actually knows who Hitchcock is.

TMDb rating

3.2

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