Peeping Tom (2007)

“It’s an assault, this film,” says screen scholar Ian Christie. “A slap in the face.” A slap duly repaid by the critical establishment, circa 1960. “The sickest and filthiest film I can remember seeing,” spluttered The Spectator. And that was one of the nicer notices. In 1994, reviews doyenne Dilys Powell u-turned on her earlier savaging (“Today, I find I am convinced it is a masterpiece”), but the damage had been done: Michael Powell’s career – spanning masterpieces like A Matter Of Life And Death and The Red Shoes effectively perished with Peeping Tom.

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