Laid up with a broken leg, a photographer (Stewart) sweats out the hot summer days, voyeuristically eyeing his Greenwich Village neighbors: the scantily clad dancer, the perpetually blue Miss Lonelyhearts, the squabbling newlyweds-much to the dismay of a wisecracking nurse (Ritter). But what's with hounded-looking Raymond Burr's mysterious night trips? And what exactly happened to his wife? Kelly was never sexier than as Stewart's frou-frou fashion-editor girlfriend intent on proving her mettle. "Hitchcock has nowhere else given us so disturbing a definition of what it is to watch the 'silent film' of other people's lives, whether across a courtyard or up on a screen" (Time Out London).