A movie that manages to shred the reputations of all involved couldn't do better than having the word 'torn' in its title. As here. Abysmal drivel from beginning to end, it's hard to know whether to laugh or cry -- the latter, perhaps, yet then again, cinema-goers are here confronted with at least some of the truth about Mr Hitchcock.
Though 'Frenzy' was to expose Hitchcock's odious pathology in all its nauseating glory several years later -- in an extended murder scene that says nothing about the plot but everything about the director -- here in 'Torn Curtain' exists its progenitor: as risibly inept an extended murder scene as has ever been committed to celluloid.
That it doesn't work at any level is self-apparent. That Hitchcock failed utterly to realise that, ditto. But as an insight into the Hitchcock psyche, it's well-nigh priceless: the slavering camera work, the stupendously unrealistic acting, the inability of both direction and editing to appreciate the difference between butchery and burlesque; all testify to a directorial presence and a directorial personality to which application of the description 'seedy' would be a polite under-statement.
Currently, in the UK at least, there's an issue about 'seniors' working on. Hitchcock's oeuvre proves, conversely, that age is not to be desired, for as a film-maker he was already in a decline made all the more embarrassing for the way his output reflected his inner demons.
To be fair, there's also a sadness about 'Torn Curtain' too, in particular the desperately pathetic harking back to the chillingly ominous vistas of 'North By North West', reprised here -- though without any success at all -- in Newman's visit to a quite ludicrous tractor-driving US spy on a farm outside East Berlin.
Elsewhere though, it's mere floundering, an irredeemable mess of a movie where the pace drags as if through treacle and nothing, not even the music -- Addison's contribution very probably tolled the knell for this kind of English score writing, a brick being more subtle by comparison -- can rescue it from its vanities and, in the director's case, morbid voyeurism.
'Frenzy' was cheap, nasty, and a sign of a great talent finally expunged. 'Torn Curtain' is in every sense the sad, bad curtain-raiser to it.