Speaking of Hitchcock, last night I watched a corker.
Young and Innocent 1937, Hitchcock, GB (1st time) A man wrongly accused of murder goes on the run with the chief inspector's daughter, in search of the real killer. The opening scene captures its audience from the off; the climax is as enthralling as any a Hitchcock ending; inbetween, its fine wit and consistent performances mark it a thoroughly satisfying yarn.
Mick
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