Monday, April 13, 2026

C for Cinematic, H for Hitchcock

 DIAL M FOR MURDER (1954)
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

It is no accident that the perfect murder is near impossible in reality, not to mention in movies and mystery books, because there is always a slip up. Tony Wendice (Ray Milland), a former tennis pro, is cocksure that a planned murder by a former associate of his will be delivered without a hitch (no pun intended). Just when you think of every conceivable aspect of a planned murder, however, some small detail is always overlooked. When you watch "Dial M for Murder" unfold, you are thinking where the slip up could be. Considering Wendice doesn't commit the murder, he did not think about unplanned and unforeseeable actions that derail his plans. 

The opening introduction of Wendice with his soon-to-be accomplice, Charles Swann (Anthony Dawson), and the initial discussion of buying a car leads to Swann's criminal background and the perfect murder is truly riveting stuff and holds your attention. The whole scene takes place in a single room in an apartment and director Hitchcock cleverly stages the scene with various angles, including the customary low angles and high angles of his later work. No shot is repeated twice and by consistently switching it up with occasional pans across the living room to a desk with curtains in the background and selective master shots, it becomes a master class in how to make a room with two people talking crackle with excitement. That the actors involved are suave, sophisticated Ray Milland and inquisitive, dapper Anthony Dawson are sufficient yet we also get angelic-looking Grace Kelly as Wendice's not-so-angelic cheating wife and Robert Cummings as a mystery novelist who is in love with Kelly. Adding enormously to the proceedings is John Williams as the fastidious Scotland Yard detective. You never think for a moment you are watching a filmed stage play.

"Dial M for Murder" is not great Hitchcock but it is tight, formal storytelling where everything falls in place precisely. It's just the murder that doesn't. 

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