Is Marnie (1964) one of Alfred Hitchcock‘s artistic entertainments, like the majority of his films? For the most part it is, for it is consistently powerful and pictorially fine. Consider the brunette female thief washing the dye out of her hair to reveal a blonde Tippi Hedron. But all the mise en scene, all the engaging sights, do not keep away the rising shabbiness. One wishes Hitchcock had known psychological nonsense when he saw it in a script or a novel. Marnie is usually watchable, but The Birds, not this flick, is the genuinely good Tippi Hedron movie.