Barebones, yes, but a sturdy home-video transfer of Max Ophüls’s savage, fascinating, and previously obscure Caught is wonderful news.
The film makes the case for Hitchcock as a grand experimental artist who labored in genre cinema.
When people speak of Hitchcock, they usually refer to the Master of Suspense’s movies.
Elia Kazan’s execution of the narrative is as tidy and nontoxic as Reed’s endless supply of hypodermic inoculations.
Elia Kazan’s tense plague thriller reminds us all that Jack Palance’s skin needed to get all leathery later in life to prevent his ludicrously prominent cheekbones from piercing through.