The Family Plot (1976)
It all is a playful gag by the end--not the end of the movie, but of the career, the long cat and mouse movie-making career of Alfred Hitchcock. This, his last film, is both cute and clever and a tiny bit suspenseful. It reuses some of the same kinds of tricks we've seen from him before, with a twist here or there: the innocent protagonists, for example, are themselves up to a little bit of a scam. And in Hitchcock fashion, the antagonists, a parallel couple, are lighthearted in their murderousness. Their angst over crime is theatrical.
There are usually moments in his movies that are vividly disturbing, and he contrasts these with either lightly comic scenes, downright silliness, or charming, everyday life. Think of the family in Shadow of a Doubt or Cary Grant in North by Northwest for starters. In this movie, beginning even with the pun of the title (the family plot is a cemetery plot), everything is chipper. The hair-raising runaway car scene is so scary and absurdly silly at the same time I think a lot of people will give up on the movie as just plain "stupid." Part of me agrees, but I laughed out loud through the whole scene in appreciation, and not because of comic timing or original sight gags or whatnot, but because I could imagine the director laughing. Movies are supposed to entertain, he would insist (supposedly saying to the impassioned Ingrid Bergman once, "Ingrid, it's just a movie.") Hitchcock wants it to be carefully silly and disarming at the same time. I mean, he's winking at us just as we are supposed to be scared.
The evil-doers are really not very evil here, though the man does propose some pretty ruthless behavior, and the people out to do good (eventually, anyway, with dollar signs in their eyes all the same) are truly fun and natural as a couple. The plots of the two couples are separate at first, and once they join it gets complicated but never confusing. The Mustang is already eleven years old for this film--a sign of how far into our current era Hitchcock has come, and perhaps a reminder that his style of making movies is starting to look like just that, a style, something artificial and quaint when hard edged, elegant realism has stormed back into Hollywood (from Chinatown to the Godfather to, in 1976, uh, Rocky).
If Hitch is out of touch with the times, he's completely in touch with his own approach. This is a Hitchcock film, through and through, and if you are tired of me saying that, it's because I think you might hate it without knowing how much it depends on knowing, liking, and understanding that kind of movie. It's totally enjoyable. Not his best, but enjoyable and well made and almost heartwarming, of all things.
