An Overly Lengthy Review of Suspicion.
Credits roll: I can’t help thinking Before the Fact would’ve been a better title. Both Suspicion and Before the Fact are pretty bland, though. I suppose Suspicion has more of a punch.
We start the movie in a train car. Cary Grant barges into Joan Fontaine’s little suite claiming it’s too crowded in coach. It’s dark because the train’s in a tunnel. The train’s in a tunnel. Get it? Freudian stuff? Hitchcock? Get it? Ay oh!
In other news, I totally recognize this scene from Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid!
We also get an extraneous shot of Joan Fontaine’s legs, which I suppose establishes Cary Grant’s sexual interest in her and expresses that even though she’s wearing glasses–quelle horreur!–she’s some sexy librarian type who’s only prim until you warm her up a little.
A train-ticket-taker dude comes in, checking errbody’s tickets and tries to kick Cary Grant out of this first class car because he only has a coach ticket. He upgrades his ticket, but he doesn’t have quite enough money, so Cary Grant bums some cash from Joan Fontaine, except she doesn’t carry a lot of cash, so he pays with a stamp. K.
This little exchange shows us he’s a charmer and that he’s bad with money.
Suspicion Level: Low. Society dude low on cash, charming ladies on trains. Happens all the time.