Frenzy

Titolo originale: Frenzy
Regia: Alfred Hitchcock |
Anno: 1972
Origine: United Kingdom |
Generi: Crime Thriller Horror
Tag: london, england | rape | police | girlfriend | truck | murder | serial killer | pin | ex-wife | necktie | sack | potatoes | produce seller |
Cast: Jon Finch | Barry Foster | Barbara Leigh-Hunt | Anna Massey | Alec McCowen | Vivien Merchant | Billie Whitelaw | Clive Swift | Bernard Cribbins | Michael Bates | Jean Marsh | Madge Ryan | Elsie Randolph | Gerald Sim | John Boxer | George Tovey | Jimmy Gardner | Noel Johnson | Alfred Hitchcock | Lewis Alexander | Brian Badcoe | Michael Bilton | Joby Blanshard | Willy Bowman | Jim Brady | Donald Campbell | John Cannon | John Cater | Pauline Chamberlain | Terence Conoley | Gerry Cowper | June Ellis | Hugh Elton | Mabel Etherington | Charles Farrell | Harry Fielder | Otto Friese | Alan Gibbs | Roberta Gibbs | Jill Goldston | John Golightly | Josie Grant | Aidan Harrington | Victor Harrington | Drewe Henley | Hubert Hill | Ken Hutchins | Barry Keegan | Juba Kennerley | Roy Lansford | Tommy Little | Doreen Mantle | Mary Maxfield | Bunny May | Margaret Nolan | James Payne | Bob Ramsey | Robert Rietti | Phillip Ross | Michael Sheard | Jack Silk | Roy Skelton | Colin Spaull | Richard Wyler | Reg Thomason | Susan Travers | Joseph Tregonino | Paul Tropea | Bert Vivian | Pearl Walters | Rita Webb | Eric Wetherell | Fred Wood | Martin Wyldeck | Jeremy Young |

L'ex capitano pilota Richard Barney viene licenziato dal proprietario del pub in cui lavora ed allora va a trovare la sua ex moglie Brenda, che ha aperto un'agenzia matrimoniale e gli regala un po' di soldi. Quando Richard esce dall'agenzia, arriva Bob, un suo vecchio amico. Bob strangola Brenda con la sua cravatta e poi va via. E' lui il maniaco che terrorizza Londra da un pò di tempo e strangola le donne, ma la polizia - grazie anche alla testimonianza di Monica, la segretaria di Brenda - accusa Richard del delitto...

Frasi

Robert Rusk: Mind you, half of them haven't got th [...] D
Robert Rusk: I don't know if you know it, Babs, bu [...] D
Robert Rusk: Give us your paper. Here you are. Thi [...] D
Robert Rusk: l like you. You're - my - type of wom [...] D
Monica Barling: Men like this leave no stone untur [...] D
Robert Rusk: [addressing Brenda, a marriage broker [...] D
Mrs. Oxford: Well, there you are. You told me the [...] D
Mrs. Oxford: What do you think they held? A locket [...] D
Babs Milligan: You can stuff your rotten job right [...] D
Richard Blaney: If you can't make love, sell it! T [...] D
Robert Rusk: That's a very frugal lunch you've got [...] D
Babs Milligan: He always pays. Felix Forsythe: Ho [...] D
Brenda Blaney: We are bitter today. What's the mat [...] D
Chief Inspector Oxford: Sergeant Spearman, you are [...] D
Babs Milligan: If Brenda gave you money at dinner, [...] D
Richard Blaney: You've got to believe me. I haven' [...] D
Robert Rusk: I thought matrimonial agencies were s [...] D
Hetty Porter: Old Dicko? Gladys: Yes, Dicko, the [...] D
Robert Rusk: Christ all-bloody-mighty! D
Gladys: Thank God we're off to Paris tomorrow. Tha [...] D
Doctor in Pub: The man who's killing these women i [...] D
Robert Rusk: Hey, Dick! What about "Coming Up" the [...] D
Monica Barling: What can I do for you, sir? Richa [...] D
[first lines] Sir George: When I was a lad, a jou [...] D
Monica Barling: Is Mrs Blaney expecting you? Rich [...] D
[last lines] Chief Inspector Oxford: Mr. Rusk, yo [...] D
Robert Rusk: Ta-ta. And don't do anything I wouldn [...] D
Felix Forsythe: A thief or a boozer, it's all the [...] D
Brenda Blaney: Alright. Alright. I know what you w [...] D
Chief Inspector Oxford: It's delicious. But I find [...] D
Robert Rusk: Ma, meet Dick Blaney, the best pilot [...] D
Solicitor in Pub: We were just talking about the t [...] D
Monica Barling: You see, Inspector, he wanted us t [...] D
Babs Milligan: Why don't you mind your own bleedin [...] D
Mrs. Oxford: That *ties* it up then. D
Richard Blaney: [entering hotel room with Babs] Th [...] D
Robert Rusk: The police, as usual, have got the wh [...] D
Mrs. Oxford: Woman's intuition is worth more than [...] D
Robert Rusk: Do you know what happens to wicked gi [...] D
Gladys: If you'll just sign the register. Richard [...] D
Sergeant Spearman: I've never run into any of thes [...] D
Robert Rusk: Got a place to stay? D
Chief Inspector Oxford: Sergeant, my wife is curre [...] D
Neville Salt: [about his fiancée's deceased spo [...] D
Robert Rusk: I was just coming over for a quick on [...] D
Richard Blaney: [having missed betting on a horse [...] D
Richard Blaney: Do I look like a sex murderer to y [...] D
Robert Rusk: Don't forget, Bob's your uncle. D
Hetty Porter: Splendid. Froggies will roll over an [...] D
[a politician, being pulled away after the discove [...] D
Brenda Blaney: You want women of a specific type. [...] D
Hotel Porter: Just thinking about the lusts of men [...] D
[repeated line] Robert Rusk: You're my type of wo [...] D
[discussing the tie murders] Solicitor in Pub: Le [...] D
Robert Rusk: You know what they say, Sarge: "Virtu [...] D
Richard Blaney: I don't care if Vinegar Joe out th [...] D
Richard Blaney: Oh, leave me alone. Bachelors are [...] D
Robert Rusk: You - bitch! Women! They're all the s [...] D
Sergeant Spearman: Good morning, Mr. Rusk. D
Brenda Blaney: Alright. Alright, I won't struggle. [...] D
Robert Rusk: Have some grapes! Here you are. I'll [...] D
Robert Rusk: You can stay at my place 'til you get [...] D
Richard Blaney: I swear I'm telling the truth! Do [...] D
Hotel Porter: He's the fellow the police are looki [...] D
Mrs. Oxford: A 'crime de passion' after all that t [...] D
Chief Inspector Oxford: What does your intuition t [...] D
Monica Barling: He was wearing a rather old-fashio [...] D
Mrs. Oxford: You old slyboots! D
Felix Forsythe: This is Covent Garden, not the Gar [...] D
[to his wife] Chief Inspector Oxford: No, discret [...] D
[to publican Felix Forsythe] Chief Inspector Oxfo [...] D
Brenda Blaney: Please. T-take the money out of my [...] D
Richard Blaney: [handing his clothes to the bellbo [...] D