The Man Who Knew Too Much
Alfred Hitchcock, 1934
Just watched the original British version with Peter Lorre as the heavy. Charming 30s clunkiness from early in Hitch’s career. The orchestra scene was simpler, but delivered on the rising tension. What surprised me based on the relative restraint of the American remake was how the ending of this one turned into a shootout with quite a high body count. It also didn’t go easy on the kidnapped girl, who looked truly traumatized in the end even when her dad was telling her she was fine. Low-nonsense crime drama. Good stuff.
Asked ChapGPT to write me a haiku about Mr. Lorre:
Eyes wide and haunting,
Peter Lorre’s eerie presence,
Forever unique.
Not A+ work, really. How about:
More than just evil
Eyes reveal a broken heart
Disguised as weirdness
Didn't mean to stalk these people through the woods tonight, but the shot turned out okay.
Indeed
Hiking is back. Had never been on this side of the second reservoir above Palmer Lake before. Was curious: Did this little tunnel happen on its own when the rocks fell just so or did a couple of county guys spend an afternoon with an excavator putting it there?
Coco’s new batch.
Goodwill Sunday
One man’s creepy doll is another man’s bargain. Stopped by our local Goodwill to look for … something … and found everything else.
A single shot of the earth and the moon taken by the Korean lunar orbiter Danuri.
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