The Seventh Victim (1943) – M. Robson
Although it has a
cheesy wet-behind-the-ears young girl in big city frame around it, this film is
really about dread and angst. How can one cope with life? Is knowing that you
can end it really the key to committing to it in a serious way? What solace
would the left-hand path offer? Val Lewton conjures up Sartre in the shadows.
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