Strange But True Except When I Disagree
Mr. & Mrs. Smith, not the Brangelina, but the original Montgomlombard. Alfred Hitchcock at his least Hitchcockian, trying to make screwball comedy and succeeding, strangely, truly, except when he makes my tummy tight. Both darkly entertaining and brightly disturbing, a hymn to domestic madness and a shriek of domestic bliss, this film should have started a new genre instead of ending an old one . . . something that could have delved deeper into the contradictions it laughs about, celebrates and nervously glances at before turning away in embarrassment.