A thriller with great humour. This film has scenes of disgusting violence (rape/murder) done in disturbingly personal horror. Then scenes of light gentle humour. The best is of the chief detective at home with his wife, who has prepared him inedible haut cuisine while he goes over the cases of the serial killer. Very dated in a good way. Covent Garden fruit and veg market pictured beautifully. 70's attitudes and 70's film production and acting. Today's target viewer will be in their 60's, a bit too dated for anyone younger.
For his penultimate film Hitch returned to London, and the working class streets he was born into. And he was rejuvenated, creating one of his better films, a superb example of Hitchcockian suspense with one of the tightest sewn up of all his wrong men, Jon Finch who looks set to pay the price for Barry Foster's necktie murders.
It is one of his least salubrious environments since the silent days, realistically set around Covent Garden back when it was a thriving vegetable market. There is no chic on show here. All the better, it is a gritty location for a pretty disturbing story. Apparently, Michael Caine was offered the part of the killer but turned the film down saying it was disgusting. The sexual assault is hard to watch and arguably lacking in taste. My only caveat.
Hitch's camerawork is revitalised, with many fascinating tracking shots and some startling close ups. And there's a classic example of Hitchcock gallows humour in the tussle between Barry Foster and a corpse in the back of a potato truck culminating with the killer breaking its fingers to get his tie pin back.
Credit to Anthony Shaffer for his script and for writing some of the Master's darkest dialogue. And there is some superb comic relief too with Alec McCowen and Vivian Merchant as the investigating police inspector and his gourmet wife. Priceless. I finished the film wanting to watch a lot more of them.