Oh poor Ingrid Bergman, just waiting for stupid Cary Grant to admit he loves you. Just admit it, fool!!!

And although to some I think this probably feels like a complete ending, I was left a little unresolved. Does he get her to the hospital on time?

Are we meant to assume that? Carlos and I were both scared it may have been too late! Maybe off-screen she is dead!

We’re still not sure which kiss was supposed to be the amazing 360-pan shot (heard ’round the world!) and felt none of them were filmed in such a way as to deserve a plug in the DVD description!

1943 Hitchcock. Totally creepy incestuous-feeling uncle/niece relationship (both named Charlie). Did this not feel incestuous to people in 1943? Icky from almost moment one.

Other odd relationships as well, which seem to grow by leaps and bounds in a single instant. You walk with me in the town square for five seconds…30 minutes later (watching time. a few days movie time), you haven’t seen me since, but you love me. Oh, those were the days.

*Carlos’ queue, not mine.