November 2025

Pensive and brooding and thoroughly French. The characters say little. Arguably, they do little, too, but enough things happen to comfortably say the movie has a plot, albeit a simple one.

Oh yeah. Seeing Nicolas Cage slowly dance through the grocery store whistling to himself, with a cart full of alcohol, then show up to a fancy restaurant disheveled and staring like a weirdo -- good stuff.

This is great. Within five minutes this movie is ten times better than The Killer. We're watching Nic Cage's character drink himself to death in real time. That saxophone solo where Cage has his head back the whole time, glugging a bottle of what looks like Fireball.... perfection.

Meh. Fifteen minutes in, I was bored and unimpressed, so I quit.

The 1956 version, not Hitchcock's 1934 original.

This is a phenomenal movie, full of first-rate intrigue, false identities and double-crossing. Cary Grant gives a excellent performance; we are never sure until the very end where his loyalties lie, or even who his character really is. An Audrey Hepburn gives a perfect portrayal of an uncertain yet brave woman who is not just a 21st-century "strong female character."