Val Lewton rocks. He took tiny budgets and ridiculous time lines and made sleek, stylish thrillers. Sometimes the plots are a bit odd, but they're tons better than all of the B-movie drek being produced today.
The Seventh Victim has Kim Hunter as a young girl searching for her missing sister in New York. She then winds her way through a truly trippy experience, meeting wayward poets and learning that her sister has left her lawyer fiance, sold her business, likes to play at committing suicide and is mixed up in a satanic cult.
Pacifist satanists. Let that one sink in for a minute.
What's great about this movie, like many of Lewton's films, is the imagery. Dark streets, shadows and fog, a room empty except for a chair and a noose -- this is great stuff. The scene where Jacqueline is being stalked by the man with the switchblade is genuinely frightening.
Oozing with atmosphere.
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