Thursday, January 30, 2014

The Man Who Knew Too Much is the One Who Started It All

My love for Alfred Hitchcock's films all began one wintry day when I was 11 years old, sick in bed, trying to escape the reality that I would be imprisoned in bed for a few days. It was then, when my mom decided to cure the boredom by introducing me to a film that would certainly have me on the edge of the bed, and screaming at the crash of the cymbals. You are probably thinking "Why? She must have been pretty sick at the time". Well, I'll tell you why, through the original theatrical trailer above. You just might be screaming at the sound of the cymbals, too.

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