|Cool fan made poster art.|
Strangers on a Train
Director: Alfred Hitchcock
Starring: Farley Granger, Robert Walker
I haven’t seen all of Hitchcock’s films, but I think by now I’ve seen about twenty of them. I’ve seen great ones, and I’ve seen craptacular ones (I Confess… really?!?!?). The more I see of him, the more I tend to really appreciate the films where he was firing on all cylinders. I didn’t appreciate Strangers on a Train at first. I do now. Based on a fantastic conceit from Patricia Highsmith’s novel, Hitchcock must have been falling over himself to get himself on such film material.
Tennis star Guy Haines (Granger) has a cheating estranged wife who refuses to make way for Guy’s new love interest. Rich playboy Bruno Antony (Walker) has an overbearing father who disapproves of his son. Bruno meets Guy on a train and suggests they swap murders, crisscross. Guy laughs, Bruno doesn’t. Not too long afterwards, Guy is highly disconcerted to find Bruno at his doorstep, reporting that the deed has been done. The rest of the film plays out as Bruno begins to torment Guy into holding up his end of the “bargain.”
|Evil giddiness right here, ladies and gentlemen.|
There’s a sense of evil giddiness that’s pervasive in Strangers on a Train that I find incredibly appealing. This is almost entirely realized through the amazing performance of Robert Walker as Bruno Antony. His Antony is insane and over the top, and that’s putting it mildly. But he’s also a charmer, an oily con man, who can talk his way into situations, diverting attention from his true intentions. The evil giddiness is manifested greatly through Bruno’s flamboyance in not only personality (which, by the way, also includes classic Hitchcock mother obsession) but also wardrobe. When we first see Bruno, we only see him from the knees down, and he is wearing a loudly pinstriped suit with black and white oxfords. When we eventually see his top half, you’ll note that he’s wearing a tie printed with large lobsters. Seriously, a lobster tie. Next up is one of the loudest dressing gowns you’ll ever see in a black and white film. Later, at an elegant dinner party where everyone else is in black tie, he even manages to stand out wearing white tie with sponge bag trousers. Hitchcock specifically draws attention to his loud “Bruno” tie clip. I love how the wardrobe combines with Walker’s performance to create a terrific off-his-rocker blatantly homosexual psychopath. Walker is revelatory in the role; tragic, too, considering he died of a drug complication months after the film wrapped shooting. He shows what he’s capable of here, and it’s too bad we were unable to get any more crazy psychopaths out of him after this.
|A lobster tie. I should buy one for my husband. Also, nice placement of the lighter.|
But Walker’s portrayal of Bruno isn’t the only source of said evil giddiness in the movie. Guy’s cheating wife Miriam is sleazy and trampy and cold and calculating, completely in control of her creepy little world, but made more than slightly comical with her coke bottle glasses. Guy’s new squeeze Anne Morton is rather uninteresting, but her younger sister Barbara (played, interestingly enough, by Hitchcock’s daughter Patricia) is a hoot and a half. Almost as obsessed with crime and murder as the next door neighbor in Shadow of a Doubt, she spits out razor sharp observations that are of the type usually left unsaid. And lastly, there’s Bruno’s mother, only in a scant few scenes, but highly memorable as a doddering old lady who clearly has no idea – or doesn’t want to, at least – that her son is a raving lunatic.
|I can't even tell what it is that's supposed to be on his smoking jacket, but it's completely ludicrous, whatever it is.|
All of this adds up to an unexpected humor in this film. Strangers on a Train is marketed as a film noir, but I can’t quite buy it. It’s too damn funny to be a noir. Granted, not laugh out loud funny, but when we cut to a little boy giggling, his mother shrieking in horror, while he rides the runaway carousel, you can’t quite take the “drama” seriously. And then when said little boy starts punching the two main characters as they duke it out – well, really, I do believe Hitch wanted me to laugh here.
But this isn’t a perfect film. Unfortunately, for how terrific Robert Walker is, for how interesting the Bruno character is, for all the peppering of oddball characters, Hitchcock also gives two of the most boring characters of all time in Farley Granger’s Guy Haines and his new girlfriend Anne Morton (Ruth Roman). Heaven help you when the scene is just the two of them; I dare you not to fall asleep. I’ve always thought that Farley Granger had all the acting range of a piece of linoleum, and he gets to express both of his facial expressions – mild concern and crooked smile – here in this film over and over again. It’s comical, really, when he and Roman – who sees Granger’s two facial expressions and raises him a big fat zero – have a conversation. It’s like watching robots trying to mimic humans. Robots powering down…
|This is his "mild concern" face that he wears for 80% of this film. And every other film I've seen him in.|
But never to fear, we are subjected to a minimum of watching these two saltines interact with one another. Mostly they’re surrounded by others far more interesting, and Hitchcock throws in his classic suspense elements. The fairground sequence in the first half hour is a great example of a slow build. We know what Bruno is about to do, we keep on waiting for him to do it, but he waits. The lauded tennis sequence is once again Hitchcock finding dramatic tension in an unexpected event, and the carousel finale is just spectacular.
In terms of visuals, this is a Hitchcock on top of his game. His black and white photography is top notch here. We have deep focus shots (a nice one of Robert Walker close to camera with his bickering parents in a far distant struck me), play with shadows (watching Bruno’s shadow overtake Miriam’s shadow in the tunnel of love is fun), and plenty of canted angles. High overhead shots are unexpected and feel fresh, and Hitchcock throws in some special effects (a lighter appearing in Barbara’s glasses) to keep us on our toes. When Bruno starts stalking Guy, Hitchcock does “creepy guy is watching you” with some fantastically stark scenes; I don’t know if I can choose between Bruno staring amid the crowd of tennis fans, or Bruno as the sole person on the steps of a Washington DC memorial, watching from afar.
While I don’t consider Strangers on a Train to be Hitchcock’s finest film, I will say that my opinion of it has improved dramatically since the first time I saw it. I originally watched it as part of my initial blitzkrieg through the 1001 Movies list, and it made little impression – just a check, seen it, then I moved on. A few years later, I saw it again, this time on a big screen with my sister, and wow, I liked it a great deal more than I remembered. It was impressive. And now, watching it a third time to write this review, I have to passionately admit that I don’t know what I was thinking, finding it mediocre in my first go-around. Strangers on a Train is good stuff. Still not Hitch’s best, but very good.
Arbitrary Rating: 8.5/10