Based on a story by Jack Trevor, this 1955 Technicolor comedy is perversely lighthearted, unique in the canon of Alfred Hitchcock. A half-century later, the device of the inconvenient corpse is routinely treated for black humor (think of the not-quite-dead Dan Hedaya in Blood Simple). But in the Eisenhower years, it must’ve seemed shocking for death to carry so little weight. Set in a New England town where the leaves are changing in a fall blaze, Harry leans too heavily on the droll and the whimsical. Hitchcock amps up the local color in an exaggerated fashion. In a sly way, he’s making fun of the Vermont scenery and wholesome Americana. It’s a fine place to visit and have a little fun, but his next film would return to a more worldly and cynical milieu: The Man Who Knew Too Much. Here, John Forsythe and Shirley MacLaine play the couple romantically entangled by the body; Jerry Mathers, of Leave It to Beaver, is a kid who stumbles across the mortal remains. Note: No early show on Weds. (PG) BRIAN MILLER

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