And the streak ends. Plot: It's murder, and someone's responsible. An early Alfred Hitchcock thriller (and I'm using the term very loosely) lacking his trademark touches, although the old chestnut where the "accused killer who's really innocent and who's now on the lam and who's now going to hide in this old building" bit was okay. Hindsight being 20/20, you can't help but think it was used to better effect in Foreign Correspondent and North By Northwest. To say, "Hey, this movie isn't as good as North By Northwest." is similar to saying, "Hey, Dirty Work isn't nearly as good as Exile On Main Street, even though the Rolling Stones through a long and illustrious career made many masterworks and had a few missteps.". It's unfair, but I don't make the rules. Here's a ham-fisted clip from the beginning of the film, where there's an argument between "Blinky The Bad Guy" and his victim, who doesn't appear at all throughout the film until he's caught at the end during an unfortunate chunk of racism that doesn't really have much to do with the rest of the movie. Cry spoiler if you'd like, this stinker is already spoiled:
Oops, that appears to be a clip of Young And Innocent performed by hand puppets. While the sound doesn't sync up with the actors lips, I enjoyed the performance, brevity, and cinematography, all of which had a loose, cinema-verite feel much more than the film on which it's based. Kudos to you, mystery hand puppet actors. I watched Young And Innocent on Netflix, and you shouldn't.
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