Dial M for Murder movie plot
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Torrey 2022-04-23 07:01:41
There is no soul to be found in the near-perfect structure and technology of [Telephone Murder]. Apparently Xifa didn't bother to think about it in this movie, but just used a few tricks to embellish a core on the outside. A deadly crime movie genre: elegant and intelligent upper-class killers calmly come up with idea after idea to make Perfect murder, but in the end the building capsized with a tiny screw. Nothing is really alive in the movie, except for that heart-pounding murder scene. The only interesting character in the film is the author of the detective novel. His presence makes the film suddenly have a meta-meaning, as if Xi Fatt is joking these people and himself with good intentions.
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Theresa 2022-03-22 09:01:34
Four-and-a-half stars, half-star for the charm that will not fade after 60 years. Indoor drama, low cost, all rely on the actors and the plot to advance, it seems that the suspense is broken at the beginning, but in fact it has been maintained until the end. The half-star deduction is based on the character design, and there is no good person.
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Tony Wendice: It's funny to think that just a year ago, I sat in that Knightsbridge Pub actually planning to murder her. And I might have done it, if I hadn't seen something that changed my mind.
C.A. Swan: Well? What did you see?
Tony Wendice: I saw you.
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Tony Wendice: One thousand pounds in cash.
C.A. Swan: For a murder?
Tony Wendice: For a few minutes work, that's all it is. And no risk, I guarantee. That ought to appeal to you. You've been skating on pretty thin ice.
C.A. Swan: I don't know what you're talking about.
Tony Wendice: You ought to know. It's in all the papers. Middle aged woman found dead due to an overdose of something. Apparently, she'd been taking the stuff for quite some time, and nobody knows where she got it. But we know, don't we? Poor Miss Wallace.
C.A. Swan: This thousand pounds. Where is it?
Tony Wendice: It's in a small attaché case in a check room.
C.A. Swan: Where?
Tony Wendice: Somewhere in London. Of course we don't meet again. As soon as you've delivered the goods, I shall mail you the checkroom ticket and the key to the case. You take this hundred pounds on account.