

Peeping Tom

Loner Mark Lewis works at a film studio during the day and, at night, takes racy photographs of women. Also he's making a documentary on fear, which involves recording the reactions of victims as he murders them. He befriends Helen, the daughter of the family living in the apartment below his, and he tells her vaguely about the movie he is making.
Shocking, amazing movie--Michael Powell does it again, but this was so unexpected I'm still reeling. "The Red Shoes" this is not--it's a brutal, perverse serial killer movie that feels like it sets the stage for so much of what will come later in the genre. The Freudian overtones are overt but never hackneyed (Hitchcock would have killed to have made this movie) and contribute to a genuine sense of feeling for Mark, even as we recoil at his sociopathy. I adored this.