Maybe Albert is not so angry after all. Maybe he’s just irritated, or insecure, or jaded.
This isn’t the kind of bad film that has become everyone’s punching bag over time. Far more humiliatingly, it has just been ignored.
A film that was daring enough to traverse conventional boundaries and present to its viewers a slice of life of a maladjusted lover.
On why Alfred Hitchcock’s celebrated Rear Window is not just a thriller.