An advertising man is caught in the middle of an FBI case when he is mistakenly taken for a spy by mysterious and threatening strangers. His situation becomes even more dangerous when he is accused of murdering a UN official and is seduced by a beautiful woman who is very interested in his plight.
I really don't understand why this is considered one of the best movies ever made, it's certainly not Alfred Hitchcock's greatest works. Cary Grant plays a man much younger than himself and his acting style is just so over-the-top and melodramatic it's hard to really feel for him. James Stewart in his glorious naturalness would have been better. The plot, though interesting, drags on for way too long. The movie reaches over two hours, leaving lots of room for the editing knife to hack out some ridiculous sexual dialogue between Eva Marie Saint and Cary Grant. It was like a less interesting James Bond movie, with a beautiful woman inexplicably falling in love with our hero half-hour after meeting. Cary Grant, though almost constantly in the hands of death, still finds time to engage in biting remarks to the gruff silence of his enemies. This film reminded me of "The Man Who Knew Too Much," which has Doris Day singing that song again and again and again: not that great.
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