Alfred Hitchcock, slimmed down to the lightweight class (he's in best form as a light-heavy), tells a nothing tale about a debonair cat burglar who is forced out of restful retirement on the French Riviera. Hitchcock uses jewels as a sexual symbol in such a manner as to pass for sophistication in 1950s Hollywood (it is actually little more than adolescent smuttiness), and every once in a while he orders his shots into a catchy rhythm that passes for high style (it is just finger exercises). Cary Grant, Grace Kelly. (1955) — Duncan Shepherd
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