Strangers on a Train
Though a great movie, I'll admit that I've never really liked this film very much. I think it comes down to two reasons: Farley Granger's very undeveloped, cold and distant "hero" who has very little connection to the audience and the script being too much of a rush job. Other than the opening, the magnificent stalking sequence and the ending, the film consistently falls flat on suspense and story.
There are masterful sequences, camera angles, and this is the darkest picture Hitch had made in years. But it was a make or break point for the Master as he was in dire need of a hit. (It had been 5 years since his last one.) The previous four had all been flops, and his independent company Transatlantic had fallen apart. This being his second picture on his new Warner contract, he really had to provide the goods and impress the studio.
Robert Walker makes the film. We sympathize with his Bruno and not Granger's almost abrasive Guy Haines (who was far better in Rope IMO). We wish for his insane plan to succeed because he is so full of exuberance and vitality. Plus, he has carried out his half, and Guy now must surely follow through on his...but you will do it, won't you Guy...? The Bruno character is so well thought out, so energized, so almost loveable that you can't tear your eyes away from him. For the first time in a Hitchcock film, we not only sympathize for the villain, but begin to actively champion his cause. This is a career performance, sadly near his last for Walker died accidentally shortly after finishing the film. As much as Bogie deserved his Oscar, or even Brando, this performance deserved such recognition. Not only is Bruno charming, but he seems so eager to please everyone.
The stalking of Guy's wife to and through the carnival is one of the finest crafted moments in all of cinema. This is one of those sequences you could teach an entire how-to course over. It is also a mark of how well Hitch and cinematographer Robert Burks worked and understood each other. From this point until his death, Burks shot every Hitchcock film.
I still want to read the original novel, because there are some huge differences, and I absolutely love the premise. Problems arose when they began the treatments knowing of the extreme changes the Production Code would insist upon. Then it was decided to hire a notable literary figure to collaborate on the screenplay. Sadly, their choice was never meant to be a Hitchcock collaborator as the methods of Raymond Chandler were about as opposite as you could get. The two Masters has such differing methods that the sessions quickly fell apart and Hitch began shooting without a finished script. This really shows in the final film, and I'm not discrediting the work done by Cenzi Ormonde and Alma Hitchcock who did an admirable job in fitting the story into the Hitchcock thriller mold in a very limited time frame.
But that what the film reeks of: a calculated attempt to cash in on strengths, a great story premise that is shoehorned into a workable Hitchcock film. The film was a hit, but Hitchcock continued to flounder until he found the things he was looking for; new interesting material, a fresh voice in that of writer John Michael Hayes and a studio that would back his ideas in Paramount.
As a lifelong film buff, as a movie lover, as a film historian this is a great movie. But as a Hitchcock scholar it falls far short of what it could be. I always am turned off at the inherent disconnect between the premise and the follow through.
4 balls out of 4. Crisscross.