It’s hard not to like Hitchcock’s movies although I know some who can’t stand any film more than 5 years old.

 

Jimmy Stewart always annoys me with that throaty voice and that innocent look. Grace Kelly is one of the finest looking women ever to have walked the earth. Fabulous.

 

There was some raciness that must have been a bit shocking at the time, like the constantly exercising, thinly clad, and built like a brick house dancer just opposite the rear window, and the newlyweds who only appeared briefly across the threshold before pulling the shades on what must have been a very long and steamy event. The “Miss Lonely” on the ground floor had a sensual run-in that ended, prudently, which a slap on the face. A rape averted.

 

The suspense in this film is low key, but it kept me watching. I suppose the film was a metaphor on the voyeurism of the tightly packed modern culture, but it didn’t hit me very hard.

 

It doesn’t matter. I liked it.