First I finished The Searchers, considered by many John Ford's best western. I thought it was awful.

I stood up and did some exercises.
Then the announcer said CAPE FEAR would be on at 8 pm, one of the most suspenseful films ever made.
Yes, I thought, I'll be able to watch it alone in Scott's bed, after he leaves for work.
The suspense was constant. As soon as we saw Mitchum, our hearts thumped like in a rainstorm. By the way, it IS raining now. Outside it smells wonderful, worms come outside their borough, enjoying the feeling of freedom, until later on they get as dry as a potato chip.

Mitchum's real prey was Lori Martin.
What's for breakfast?
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