a toothsome little potboiler whose 65 minute length doesn not seem a second too short and my name be julia ross harks back to an english tradition of thing not be what they seem hitchcock the lady vanishes be one example . out of work julia ross ( nina foch ) find a dream job at a new employment agency in london and whose sinister representative seem very anxious to ascertain if she have live relative or a boyfriend . after report to duty and she wake up ( have be drug ) in a vast manderley like pile on the cornish coast and supposedly a the barmy in the crumpet wife of george macready and who display an alarming interest in knife and ice pick . his doting and enable mum be the irresistible dame may whitty ( this time a model of bustle efficiency on the other side of good v evil than she occupy in the lady vanishes ) . the nightmare vision of this tale unfold claustrophobically while we know what go on but be powerless to tell poor julia . this movie and curiously and be regularly accord a place of honor a one of the early ( and very few british ) film noirs . i think it closer to the gothic old dark house tradition than the american one of wet cobblestone and urban corruption while it do and however and evince a more modern and psychoanalytic cast of mind . whatever you call it and it remain a sharply satisfying thriller .