When I was younger, my
favorite Pink Floyd album was The Wall, Roger Waters’ rebelliously spirited and
operatic passion project. As I have got older, I lean more towards the more
moody, meditative and melancholy Wish You Were Here. That same shift in opinion
can be applied to Alfred Hitchcock. As anyone interested in self-educating themselves
in cinema can attest, Hitchcock’s most notable film as regards it’s cultural
legacy is 1960’s Psycho. Now, while I still adore that film and recognize that
he made several masterpieces, it is his 1943 picture, Shadow Of A Doubt, that
has since claimed the top spot as my favorite Hitchcock. I think part of the
appeal that comes with Shadow Of A Doubt is that although it retains
Hitchcock’s trademark dash of the macabre, there is something awful familiar
about the characters and the world that they inhabit. Coming from a story
conceived by Gordon McDonell (Uncle Charlie), the screenwriting team of Alma
Reville, Sally Benson and Thorton Wilder ground the film in a small-town
American setting. Furthermore, the main characters are a far cry from the
stereotypical damsels-in-distress and maniacal villains that even in 1943 were
old hat in this genre. ‘Young’ Charlie, played with great intelligence by
Teresa Wright, is a precocious teenager, a trope in itself, but one who
displays real smarts amidst her warm, idealistic qualities, and has a
legitimate developmental arc over the course of the film. Joseph Cotten, in a
magnificent performance that takes his everyman charm into sinister territory,
creates in ‘Uncle’ Charlie, who may or may not be the Merry Widow Murderer,
someone that is calm, measured, controlled and yet possessing a dark edge that
is more unnerving than just about any other actor descending into wailing
histrionics. Featuring a superb score from Dimitri Tiomkin, tight editing by
Milton Carruth and majestically imaginative cinematography from Joseph A.
Valentine, this is Hitchcock, with his painstaking preparations and immaculate
attention to detail on display, at the peak of his craft. Many others seem to
think so too. Unanimously praised upon release, David Mamet named it
Hitchcock’s finest film, and the Master Of Suspense himself on several
occasions asserted and reiterated that it was his personal favourite of his own
works. A deft infiltration of very real, frightening events upon peaceful American
suburbia and those who inhabit it.
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