Suspicion: It Grew On Me
SPOILERS
One of the great things about the 53-film, six decade career of Alfred Hitchcock is how DIFFERENT most of his movies are from one another. He may have hit the same themes from time to time (psychos, wrong men, obsessive love), but the movies themselves were always wildly different in mood and execution.
"Suspicion," one of Hitchcock's earliest American films -- and yet quintessentially English in characters and setting -- is a famous Hitchcock title. It sports the only performance in a Hitchcock movie to win the Best Actress Oscar (for Joan Fontaine.) It was a big hit.
But for me, personally, for many years, it wasn't quite "my cup of tea."
I'm more of a "Psycho" person (nasty Gothic scares with a mild-mannered maniac, a sexy blonde and hard-boiled private eye in the mix), or a "North by Northwest" person (big action, snappy patter, sexy romance.)
"Suspicion" owes itself to a tradition of "Veddy British" mystery and melodrama, somewhat in the Agatha Christie tradition, and very successful in its time. In its emphasis on a rather meek and put-upon heroine, the film is also in a tradition of "women's pictures" which don't quite match up to, say, the two-fisted Mike Hammer movie "Kiss Me Deadly" in the mystery genre.
Consequently, for me, a LIKER of tough movies, "Suspicion" wasn't a favorite Hitchcock picture even if -- it is very, very clear to me -- that for others, it is the very PERFECTION of a great Hitchcock picture.
To each his or her own, and -- God Bless Alfred Hitchcock -- he gave us "something for everybody." You got your "Psycho." You got your "To Catch A Thief." You got your "Frenzy." You got your "Spellbound." You got your "North by Northwest." You got your "Suspicion."
I have seen "Suspicion" several times over the years, and I can say that my estimation of it has risen with every viewing. Some thoughts:
-- Hitchcock's capacity for visual style and invention is well on display here. The glowing glass of milk on the tray as Cary Grant brings it up the stairs isn't just a great IDEA. It is a monumenallly great shot to LOOK AT -- the epitome of black-and-white cinematographic style; a work of art. To look at that shot is to feel the EXCITEMENT of cinema itself.
-- The glass of milk shot isn't the only great one in "Suspicion." Another stylized shot I love (and does it not occur more than once?): the spider-web configuration of the window panes framing Joan Fontaine as a fly in her husband's web.
-- Cary Grant's performance. In the forties, Hitchcock had real trouble landing major American stars to act for him. Gary Cooper and Clark Gable and Henry Fonda turned him down. But fellow Briton Cary Grant said "yes" early to Hitchcock. However, Grant said "yes" specifically to this first dark role for Hitchcock: a n'er-do-well with a lingering trace of larcenary who just MAY be a murdererer. Cary Grant turned down "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" -- he had no interest in doing his usual screwball comedy bit with Hitchcock -- but he evidently embraced the idea of playing the dangerously inscrutable Johnnie for Hitch. And its a fine performance.
-- Hitchcock's world was ABOUT suspicion. About paranoia -- the feeling that "they're out to get you." And in Hitchcock's world, they usually WERE out to get you. And "they" could be people ("Psycho") or NATIONS ("Foreign Correspondent" and the Nazis.) Or nature ("The Birds"). Or your own criminal justice system ("The Wrong Man".) Why not make a whole movie about suspicion -- which is just "personal paranoia"?
-- It is said that "Suspicion" is flawed because Hitchcock clearly wanted Cary Grant to be a killer, and studio powers clearly wanted Cary Grant NOT to be a killer. So we have a rather bizarre ending in which Grant is threatening (on the cliff drive) and...suddenly...Not (saying something like "I couldn't take your father's disrespect, or your suspicions, I was going to end it all".
But...look closer. And think about another Hitchocck movie: "The Wrong Man."
"The Wrong Man" almost ends in despair: Henry Fonda is a free man, but his wife Vera Miles is STILL mentally broken down. Then, suddenly, a title card "she got well and they move to Florida." Happy ending. The end. But...too fast.
Hitchcock is telling us, in "The Wrong Man": don't believe me. I added that clunky happy ending with no real belief in it. The studio made me do it.
Well, its rather the same with "Suspicion." Grant's sudden confession of almost committing suicide and being wrongly suspected is too quick, too pat, too fast. Hardly conclusive. As "Suspicion" ends, Lina may still be in danger of dying at her husband's hand...just later, after the movie ends.
-- Ultimately "Suspicion" is ABOUT suspicion. Joan Fontaine's Oscar was, partially, to award her for "Rebecca" the year before, but she had a harder task in "Suspicion": to PLAY suspicion. To illustrate how one sour hint after another about her husband's "reality" could drive a woman to a self-fulfilling madness. Hitchcock toys with and torments us all through "Suspicion": how much of Lina's suspicion is real, how much imagined? Is she driving herself mad? Did her father damage her capacity for self-respect, for self-esteem, for loving another?
-- It all comes back to Cary Grant, though. This greatest of Golden Era male stars had it all: great face, great body, great voice, great presence. But he was more than just another pretty face. Dark depths were ALWAYS there with Cary Grant (in real life, too), and "Suspicion" is Hitchcock's first investigation of them. Flip side: Grant's insurmountable charm and handsomeness makes Fontaine's love of him completely, totally understandable. How hard it is for her to suspect this handsome man she loves.
I also like Grant's own incisive work as Johnnie even if he ISN'T a murderer. Johnnie is a very handsome man who knows his looks are what have saved him from ruin. He's a Cockney (Grant here playing closest to his roots for Hitchcock than he ever would again.) He keeps pushing schemes and plans that aren't going to work, and he seems to rather hate himself for failing. His "relationship" with Lina's father is quite real and bitter: the old man sees right through him, and even in death, pays him no respect (Grant's gesture with a drink towards the dead father's portrait after being cut from the will is a nastily intelligent, rueful moment.)
Joan Fontaine's great "of its time" performance (again, not quite my cup of tea), Cary Grant's first great Hitchcock Performance; the overall thematic concerns of a movie about suspicion, and perhaps above all, Hitchcock's super-smooth mastery of the visual in this film (that glass of milk above all) -- all have combined to give "Suspicion" new respect in the heart of this "Psycho fan."