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A Perfect Murder
Being a fan of Frederick Knott's Dial 'M' For Murder and Alfred Hitchcock's 1954 film adaptation, there is no way that I can review this film with any impartiality. And yes, that means I didn't like it very much. What was a witty, well-crafted, two-room stage play has been transformed into a gloomy Hollywood remake that eliminates the tension and charming villainy of the original, while relying upon the milieu of wealthy, superfabulous people in the hopes of making some sort of an impression. Good transfer, trailer, extensive audio commentaries, and the obligatory alternate ending that, true to form, is vastly superior to the one that the studio suits must have chosen because they think we're all idiots.
Can we stop "improving" Hitchcock films now? Please?
