Seriously! That kind of collaboration does more to sell me on a marriage than all the sweet faces in picture frames in the world.

I’m recalling your review of Tension, and the scene where Cyd Charisse’s character recognizes her neighbour/boyfriend in his bespectacled pharmacist identity and automatically refrains from blowing his cover, even if she hasn’t known till that moment that he’s got one to blow. If the audience hadn’t already figured out they’re made for each other, that would have sold it.