Not one of Hitchcock's greats, Suspicion nonetheless offers a very Hitchcockian formula. Before becoming a thriller, it spends some amount of time as a romance. As the plot moves forward, our heroine played by Joan Fontaine becomes more and more suspicious of her husband (Cary Grant), his money problems seeming to push him more and more inexorably towards murderous solutions. Hitch is of course good at creating unease and that sense of suspicion in us, the audience, but as the red herrings pile up, I sort of resent him for gaslighting us. Whatever the truth behind Cary Grant's spendthrift cad, he's creepy from the beginning. It is perhaps Hitchcock's greatest triumph here that he manages to make the era's most affable romantic lead truly scummy. I want to punch him in his stupid cleft chin every time he calls his wife "monkey face". I really do. Suspicion gets you to feel things, but it also seems either like it's cheating or not offering the right resolution to its set-ups.

This is one of the best point-of-view movies

Alfred Hitchcock is my favorite director, but "Suspicion" isn't one of his better films. Acting is fine, and I appreciate the two perspectives technique, but I didn't really enjoy the story. Still, Hitchcock at his less-than-best isn't bad.

Cary Grant's character went beyond his typical lovable rogue to kind of a jerk. His "Monkey Face" nickname for Joan Fontaine's character came out of nowhere (it got no reaction from her) and he repeated it incessantly throughout the film. It seemed forced and was kind of annoying.