Spellbound
Spellbound
Regie:
Alfred HitchcockDrehbuch:
Ben HechtKamera:
George BarnesMusik:
Miklós RózsaBesetzung:
Ingrid Bergman, Gregory Peck, Michael Chekhov, Leo G. Carroll, Rhonda Fleming, John Emery, Norman Lloyd, Donald Curtis, Wallace Ford, Regis Toomey (mehr)Inhalte(1)
Dr. Constance Peterson, eine junge Psychoanalytikerin einer Nervenklinik hat Bedenken wegen ihres neuen Chefs. Der attraktive Dr. Edwardes hat Schuldkomplexe und ist augenscheinlich psychisch verwirrt. Dr. Edwardes ist nicht Dr. Edwardes – so das Urteil der übrigen Ärzte und als er schließlich selbst des Mordes an dem echten Dr. Edwardes verdächtigt wird, flieht er aus der Anstalt. Constance, die ihm aus Liebe folgt, versucht mit dem ganzen Können ihrer psychoanalytischen Fähigkeiten das Rätsel in “Dr. Edwardes” Kopf zu entschleiern. (Verleiher-Text)
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It’s no great surprise that the Master didn’t really like this movie. Although it seems that there isn’t much to fault here. It is marvelously filmed, as always, in terms of acting, this is certainly high above average and, not just the story, but also the original dream sequence by Dali is captivating. What brings Spellbound down a few pegs is the rather surprising screenplay. Unfortunately, the final denouement is pretty obvious right from the very beginning. This predictability might not have mattered at all, if the movie weren’t a few dozen minutes longer than it should have been. Of course, this is no great disappointment, but nor is this an above average Hitchcock. This is rather mediocre in terms of his filmography, but it is still a quality work in comparison with other contemporary productions; for instance the one-year younger case of plagiarism in the shape of Shock with Vincent Price.
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I essentially had a great time with this. But it was a little different than how Hitchcock originally intended. It's similar to when a notorious B-movie filmmaker makes an unintentionally hilarious genre film that reliably makes you laugh more than an Oscar-winning comedy. Meanwhile, Hitchcock is lucky that he enjoyed lightening up his films with humor and over the years, the line between what he once took seriously and what was meant to be funny has blurred. Hitchcock's idea of psychoanalysis was heavily naive and detached from any reality even at the time of its creation, and today it appears truly ridiculous. Hitchcock builds the love relationship between his protagonists in the most clichéd ways, straight from the dime-a-dozen romance novels. One wouldn't recognize from Gregory Peck's acting that he is one of the legends of the silver screen. Ingrid Bergman certainly exudes charisma in all directions, but she plays the ultimate fool, a role she probably never repeated in her career. Instead of tension, the master this time served me something that unintentionally approaches self-parody. Overall impression: 65%.
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