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Strangers on a Train (1951). This Hitchcock thriller is simply one of his best. Working on so many levels, when it is not symbolic it is masterfully artistic, or maybe understated, then again polemic and malevolent. The story examines a fascinating take on murder and builds it into a thrillingly intense carnival ride, literally. There are so many memorable scenes that it is almost exhausting to watch. Robert Waker was absolutely sublime in his nefarious role of the antagonist, a minacious doppelganger of Bill Murray. He is pitted against the perfectly wooden Farley Granger, the perfect patsy, a stranger on a train. The direction was spectacular, a Hitchcockian classic. The camera does not disappoint, with the most grim moment of the flick capturing the action from a wonderfully beautiful POV. The ending, with the ultimate unfurling, was perfect. Merci beaucoup.
Genruk'
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