The Wrong Man

This film begins with Alfred Hitchcock explaining that unlike his other films, this is actually based on true events. Henry Fonda plays a man wrongly accused of robbery and the rest is Hitchcock magic. This doesn't feel like his other films, yet the director's stamp is clearly embedded in every frame. At times, it borders on feeling like Kafka's, The Trial, as Fonda gets dragged away without knowing why. I can't call this one of Hitchcock's very best, yet his direction is as sure as I have ever seen. It's clear that his mastery of photography and editing was second to none and this is probably as well crafted a film as he ever made. The revelation of "the right man" is excellently eerie, and a moment that Bergman must have rewatched when making Persona.