Film

Marnie

Name: Marnie
Genre: Thriller, Mystery, Romance
Released: 1964
Cast: Tippi Hedren, Sean Connery, Diane Baker, Martin Gabel, Louise Latham

Drama

Hitchcock's study of compulsion and damage, where a serial embezzler is trapped by the man who loves her enough to believe he can fix her. It's a thriller that becomes a character excavation, deliberately theatrical and deeply uncomfortable. A portrait of two people trying to own each other, dressed as a murder mystery. For those who want Hitchcock strange and psychological, not just suspenseful.

TMDb rating

3.6

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you love Hitchcock's unease more than his twists and trust a glance, a colour or a silence to carry a mystery, and you don't mind discomfort on purpose.

Skip it if the first hour is patient to the point of stillness, the psychology is dated and the romance is hard to swallow given how it begins, so impatience will sour it.

What it asks of you: Two hours and ten minutes of deliberate pacing, with the drama carried by looks, pauses and framing more than dialogue, and a mood that darkens slowly.

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