Way sadder than expected. Not without thrills, like the absolute nail biter of a sequence where, in dead silence, Marnie robs the company safe without realizing the janitor is right around the corner and headed her way. It’s ultimately a tragedy though about a woman suffering the lasting psychological repercussions of childhood trauma, which Hitchcock and Hedren express in bold strokes: emotional fits, the screen suddenly washed in red when Marnie’s triggered, her looking paralyzed when Connery’s sleazy, sex-hungry husband comes onto her in their ship cabin, leaving her so despondent that she just wants to end it all. More emotionally resonant after the fact, having gone in not expecting such heavy fare and thus being thrown for a loop.