The Lady Vanishes

It still looks as fresh and funny as it must have done in 1938: what does the strangling of a Tyrolean street singer have to do with the tweedy English lady in the over-crowded hotel, and why (later) does everyone on a train deny ever having seen the lady in question? There's a sheer pleasure in watching the way the plot huns so smoothly round these questions, and it's compounded by Launder and Gilliat's consistently witty dialogue and the all-round excellence of the cast. (Time Out)