You have to feel sorry for a director who’s trying to make a kidnapped-child picture when the child cast as the kidnappee is horrendously irritating, because the audience is not going to understand why the parents give a shit. This is not one of Hitchcock’s stronger efforts, in my opinion, primarily because the set pieces don’t hang together well and the movie drags on for another ice age after the climactic opera scene, and that lasts five minutes longer than it should…there’s a good movie in here, and I really like Doris Day in it a lot, but it would have been brilliant at 98 minutes. At 120, it’s not as good.

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