Part of a trip back to 1934.
Full viewing digest for that year here.

Watch Hitchcock go on a journey from Fuck this kid to Fuck this kid, but she didn't deserve THAT to... well, I won't spoil it.

Also, notice how we transition from neutral, isolationist Switzerland to verbal allusions to World War I to the whole third act becoming basically a war movie. So deftly done, and an unexpected counter-harmonic to the main plot, where the central couple invite our empathy but may or may not be right that the survival of their one child outweighs the prospect of pushing a whole continent into combat. Also, Peter Lorre. Also, the camera is always superbly placed and the soundtrack, including the subtle but deadly snap of each gunshot, is a feat, especially for its time. Also, Peter Lorre.

(HBO Max)