Second time around with this Hitchcock classic. Prompted by Park Chan-wook's latest. I remain bemused by Hitchcock's relentlessly trivial psychology. The film's colour strikes me as weird: sometimes it's quite effective (such as in the lane way early on where the walls look flattened) and other times bogus (the bookshop where the sun abruptly sets, and what's in the rear view whenever James Stewart is driving with furrowed brow). No matter my misgivings, it remains lodged at #100 in the IMDB top-250.
Roger Ebert: four stars as a "great movie" in 1996. Bosley Crowther at the time. Wikipedia.