Rope is a bit of an odd duck in the Alfred Hitchcock canon, both transitional and anomalous.
Rope (1948)

Rope is a bit of an odd duck in the Alfred Hitchcock canon, both transitional and anomalous.
I’ve been using the term “thriller” a lot recently, perhaps too casually, as if any film that includes at least one jump scare, one chase scene, and a suggestion of threat to the protagonist’s life qualifies.
There’s a fine line between a film with a fluid tone whose unpredictability is charming, and a film whose tonal messiness is movie-ruining.
There is nothing more cringe than being a mid-thirties man who loves John Green.
Steven Soderbergh had himself a proper double feature this spring
There was always a pretty high floor for the 1974 adaptation of Murder on the Orient Express.
The devil comes in many forms, but sometimes he just carries a guitar.
It’s not exactly news that watching a Bill Cosby movie in 2025 is an uneasy proposition.
Borderline is a rarity among 2020s comedy-thrillers
Probably my single biggest objection to the finale of Gangs of London Season 2 was the way Lale’s plotline was handled.