This one gave me a chill. I can't even begin to imagine how it was received in the mid-50's when it first aired on TV.
A serial killer targeting blonds in the city is on the loose.
Ellen Grant is a blonde whose husband is on the night shift. She's emotionally fragile and it doesn't help that she's surrounded by some of the most suspicious characters in the neighborhood. From her hostile neighbor across the hall (who thinks the women getting killed deserve what they are getting), to the unusual new janitor (Percy Helton, who's just a bit TOO friendly), to the hostile ex-boyfriend....
You're left guessing till the end, and even when you see it coming...you'll feel the chill.
By the way, Hitchcock's postscript made me laugh out loud.
A serial killer targeting blonds in the city is on the loose.
Ellen Grant is a blonde whose husband is on the night shift. She's emotionally fragile and it doesn't help that she's surrounded by some of the most suspicious characters in the neighborhood. From her hostile neighbor across the hall (who thinks the women getting killed deserve what they are getting), to the unusual new janitor (Percy Helton, who's just a bit TOO friendly), to the hostile ex-boyfriend....
You're left guessing till the end, and even when you see it coming...you'll feel the chill.
By the way, Hitchcock's postscript made me laugh out loud.