Just saw Rope for the first time in years, and lordy, what a stinker! It’s a striking idea: two gay men murder a third and give a dinner party with the body in a trunk. I don’t mind the “evil murdering gays” angle, had it been done well. But . . .
The script is ghastly, full of heart-attack subtle murder-related lines (“I could just strangle you!”), as well as having the words “gay” and “queer” used, which the right people would have understood in 1948. Generally, a very very bad drawing-room comedy; I don’t know whether the play was as clunkily written as the film adaptation.
No suspense: I don’t care if they get caught or not.
John Dall gives the kind of arch performance that would get you drummed out of your junior-high dramatic society. Farley Granger and Jimmy Stewart and everyone else struggle the best they can with an unactable script.
Alfred, Alfred: you should not have shown the face of the murder victim at the beginning; you leave that up to the audience’s imagination.
I dunno, maybe it could be remade, it’s a good idea, just so badly executed (get it, “executed,” hahahahaha? That’s what I mean).