I love Hitchcock films, but for some reason, I usually only watch them in the cooler fall and winter months. I have a weird, obsessive tendency to do everything seasonally, and not just food or fashion. There are certain books, movies, even music that I can only enjoy during the season I have determined they belong to. Sometimes it might make sense, and sometimes it probably doesn't, but I can't help it.  In my world, the majority of Alfred Hitchcock films are best enjoyed cozied up under a blanket, in front of a roaring fire with a howling wind blowing outside.  The exception to this rule: 
To Catch a Thief.
 
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