A perpetually stone faced Clift striding up and down in clerical garb makes Gary Cooper from *High Noon* look like a teenage chatterbox by comparison. The rest of the cast does a forgivable job with all the Sturm und Drang. A relentlessly oppressive musical score and repeated grandiose shots of ecclesiastical Quebec against the clouded sky reinforce the overall stolidity. But it's still a Hitchcock film and thus retains a crisply monumental quality. Which is about what you'd expect with almost all of Hitch's customary understated humor and humanity absent.