The Man Who Knew Too Much

The latest Hitchcock film I’ve watched is The Man Who Knew Too Much, which is another one of his films that I remember quite liking. Watching it now I still enjoyed it — and just like for Marnie, the fact that I forgot how it ends made it that much more enjoyable — but as is the case for a lot of these older films, they tend to include a lot of cringe-worthy and casual racism, and this one has quite a bit of it, and it makes it uncomfortable to watch. I don’t know if that scene with James Stewart in the restaurant in Marrakesh– awkwardly sitting at a table, washing his hands, and handling his food  — was supposed to be done for laughs, but it sure isn’t funny.