Rope

strangle a man with a rope in your upscale apartment and put the body in a trunk, have dinner on it . . . pressured into the whole thing. can’t help but feeling guilty, nervous. who else but Jimmy Stewart’s character to catch on to you. play the piano like a fiend. cannot possibly cover up. the intellectually superior manipulate the whole crowd, the whole party. it’s an upscale New York dull group with only one sharp professor to catch on and develop a suspicion. it’s like Crime and Punishment – not all of you is evil so a terrible act cannot be contained, a confession is ready to burst out of you.

sick with manipulation. this all falls apart and good prevails once more. did you think you were God? I thank you for this shame. from this day, I will no longer think I’m superior to anyone else. we are each individual human beings. you’re both going to die.

three shots fired out the window. sirens.

you must have had it in you from the beginning. and I know I’ve never had it in me. you’ve twisted it all.

five stars.