Matt Greene Dull and forgettable are not normally words associated with Hitchcock, but here we are. The corrupt-elite storyline is much too blatant, and even the visuals are surprisingly unappealing. O'Hara and Laughton are engaging, but the web of complex characters they are woven into provide little lasting impact on the audience or Hitchcock's incredible career.

PlanetBloopy Hitchcock's Jamaica Inn strays from Daphne du Maurier's dark novel, instead resembling an Enid Blyton adventure with a body count. To some that's a deal-breaker, but for me it evokes all of the dated stories I read growing up. The scruffy smugglers and the squire with his outrageous eyebrows, Mary's determination to overcome them, and especially the gloomy atmosphere. It's all absolutely charming.The shipwreck scenes are tense. The comic relief is on par with some of the best Hitchcock films. The squire mocks his guests and has his horse paraded into his dining room. Uncle Joss insists his wife carries Mary's luggage inside, only to then grab it himself and hurl it two thirds of the way up the stairs. What might've been a simple drama is turned into an entertaining caper deserving of cult film status. The one complaint I have is that O'Hara shrieking "Aunt Patience Aunt Patience" is as grating as nails on a chalkboard.

rooee Alfred Hitchcock's last film of the 1930s, and his last film made in Britain before setting sail across the Atlantic, is this blustery Daphne Du Maurier adaptation about a very dangerous corner of Cornwall in the 19th century. Somewhere in Bodmin Moor is Jamaica Inn, a rural pub which houses a gang of vagabonds, who regularly head down to the coast to raid ships that wreck on the rocks. Crew killed, the spoils are stolen. The gang is fed information from above – namely, a very corrupt Justice of the Peace named Sir Humphrey Pengallon (Charles Laughton). One stormy day (they're all stormy around here), Mary Yellen (a very youthful Maureen O'Hara) arrives in search of her aunt, Patience (Marie Ney). Patience is married to Joss (Leslie Banks), who happens to be the leader of the Jamaica Inn gang. Mary, in the right place at the wrong time, ends up saving the life of a gangster named Traherne (Robert Newton).So, Mary and Traherne are on the run, while they try to uncover the identity of the big boss running the wrecker operation. In classic Hitchcock style, they are oblivious to Pengallon's secret, while we the audience are aware – and here Laughton excels, charming and disarming with his avuncular cheerfulness. Can they pull back the curtain before Pengallon and his crew are able to draw another ship to the rocks?The central problem with the plot is that it hinges upon the ignorance of possibly the dumbest and most naive law officer in the entire Cornish peninsula. How he cannot see the guilt of Pengallon, despite him being the only man with the connections and opportunity to pull off such an enterprise, is the film's greatest mystery. And that's before he's stumbling into a room full of fearless pirates, who've already tried to kill him once, armed only with a single-shot pistol.But still, these facepalm moments come later. What's apparent from the start is the beauty of the production design. Whether it's the intricate modelwork or the bold, crooked sets, the sense of location (without actual location shooting) is atmospheric and immersive; and the very unreal nature of those elements is typically Hitchcockian, creating a claustrophobic sense of dreamlike theatre.The performances are quite variable. O'Hara is fine, essentially an entity whose sole function is to propel the plot – although she does get one moment of bona fide bravery later on. The gang members are fun as an ensemble. I couldn't help thinking of Mad Max in their self-pantomiming posturing and the alpha disputes constantly threatening to tear their chaotic brotherhood apart. Of course, the real deal is Pengallon. He's the mythic crazy capitalist: the top dog who takes none of the risks but all of the spoils, driven by a scary belief in the hierarchy of men. Laughton's consummate skill means Pengallon's gentlemanly malevolence is revealed gradually, until we realise once and for all that he'll never find humanity because the world is all objects to him, not people. Even in his demise he gets the last hurrah.Jamaica Inn isn't top drawer Hitchcock, but even middling Hitchcock is better than most filmmaking. It's fun and fast-moving – an action movie, at bottom – and features a massive performance at its heart from one of cinema's great actors. Brace for its sillier elements and it is ideal for a wet and windy Sunday afternoon.

Zbigniew_Krycsiwiki Good effects of the wind and rain during the shipwrecks, and good set designs all work in this film's favour, and give it an appropriately dark and ominous, oppressive feel; bleak, hopeless, but that clashes with the costume drama/ stage play feeling that too much of the film has.I think this film would have been a lot better had it been set in the then-present day, rather than set in the 1800s. The plot, thieves orchestrating shipwrecks in order to loot and plunder the remains, was fairly interesting, but the over emphasis on the time, rather than the plot itself, was too distracting. Film feels more like a period piece, or costume drama, than anything.Far from being Hitchcock's worst, as several reviewers claim, but still a bit of a chore to watch.