This fine old Hitchcock film is rendered senseless by Mr. Andrew's expression of a spoiled playboy who just ate the family goldfish thinking it was a cucumber and water-cress sandwich on white bread with cream cheese with bits of pimento. I'm always amazed at how his ham-laden performance can ruin a production. Enough said. There's no video and it's only likely you might see this disappointing remake of old Hitch's thriller on the PBS reruns. Take my advice and watch some Sesame Street reruns instead: Big Bird has more facial expressions than AA.
