The Man Who Knew Too Much- Jimmy Stewart, Doris Day, directed by Alfred Hitchcock, 1956.
One of my favourite, and frankly one of the most underrated in my opinion, Hitchcock films, and probably one of the first movies I ever saw about Africa. It ties with Casablanca for surely the first, and perhaps only, film I’ve ever seen about Morocco.
Ever since I was first enthralled by the mystery of ‘the man who knew too much’, who was murdered in the middle of the souk of Marrakech, but not before whispering a vital clue to Stewart, who would ultimately use it to find his son’s kidnappers, I have been dying to go to Morocco. The film’s early scenes, which depict amusing intercultural relations such as the Islamic custom of veiling a woman’s face, and Jimmy Stewart struggling to eat with his hands in a restaurant, would probably be a little politically incorrect now, but always used to make me chuckle.
So, Morocco was definitely on the bucket list. A few years ago I was able to travel in Jordan and Egypt, but Morocco remained elusive.
And then, I unexpectedly found myself needing to get out of the Schengen zone, and debating Morocco, Tunisia and Israel. So here I am.
There have been highs and lows, but without a doubt, I can say, the image of Marrakech that ‘The Man Who Knew Too Much’ created in my mind has not been disappointed at all.
I’m so happy I came here!