Strangers On A Train (1951)

dir. Alfred Hitchcock. This has a lot more tennis that I remembered. The humor still works, with some surprising dark comedy at the end. Robert Walker is brilliant as the psychopath. I was saddened to read that he died shortly after the film came out in a drug overdose. The black & white cinematography is gorgeous, especially during the low lit scenes creeping around the grand houses. I’ll have to read the book which apparent has a different ending (no spoilers!).