Film

To Catch a Thief

Name: To Catch a Thief
Genre: Mystery, Romance, Thriller
Released: 1955
Cast: Cary Grant, Grace Kelly, Jessie Royce Landis, John Williams, Charles Vanel

Hitchcock trades suspense for sunbathing here — a glossy, tongue-in-cheek caper set among the villas and casinos of the French Riviera. Cary Grant is at his most silver-fox charming, Grace Kelly at her iciest and best-dressed, and the whole thing moves like a held breath you don't mind holding. Less a thriller than a seduction with a plot attached.

TMDb rating

7.3

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