It's what I am.
Strangers on a Train (1951)

I used to devour anything by Patricia Highsmith but now I feel that it’s all rather nasty and sordid and unpleasant. And this film is too. The murder of Miriam reflected in her own glasses is brilliantly grotesque and utterly tasteless.
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