Ooh, scary...An Illuminated Glass of Milk!

Suave gambler and philanderer Cary Grant marries wealthy Joan Fontaine and may actually be trying to kill her. Nigel Bruce is on hand to steal several scenes as Grant's likeably sleazy good-time buddy Beaky, who can't believe his pal Grant has settled down.

Alfred Hitchcock is in auto-pilot here, the film boasts an underwhelming driving scene that Hitch would later improve upon in films like "To Catch a Thief" (one of his more underrated efforts), and horror of all horrors, an ominous glass of milk! That one really had me under the covers in terror, folks. It might've helped had it either made the Grant character out to be a total saint or unqualified sinner. The way the film presents the character, and the way the film ends in particular, is an underwhelming cop-out. We end up having no feelings for him whatsoever, outside of boredom, perhaps. Fontaine fares even worse, I'm afraid. Her character may not be the unsympathetic cad that Grant plays, but she is a supremely annoying character nonetheless- No, I won't believe my husband cheats on me...but he MIGHT be trying to kill me. Ugh! However, that isn't the main problem (and neither is Grant's incessant use of the "endearment" 'monkey face'- the misogynist jerk made me want to slap him silly), the fact that we have to wait so darn long for anything to happen (those early scenes are not the slightest bit thrilling at all) in this film, as well as the boring lead performance from (amazingly) Oscar-winner Joan Fontaine (I didn't like her in "Rebecca" either, I might add, so maybe it's just me), means that when the film does get better, it is too late. Hitch did this much better a few years later with "Shadow of a Doubt", where the villain was a friendly uncle, and Hitch didn't cop-out on the character (It helps that Joseph Cotten's a better actor than Grant, but that's off the point a bit).