How could one improve on the original version? Hardly at all, is the response, yet this rather handsome rehash has a certain stately statis about it enlivened by the Britsh supporting cast. Ultimately pointless, of course, despite all that.
I actually like it when a movie goes to hell within the first 10 minutes. It means I don't have to watch the dang thing. Putting aside the obvious and not flattering comparison with the Hitchcock version, the thing that sent it over the edge for me was Cybill Shepherd. She makes her appearance standing on a table with a Hitler moustache. Awkward!