[THREE NIGHTS ONLY, REVIVAL] North by Northwest is not a suspense film, though those remembering the oft-homaged crop-dusting nightmare and the climactic melee atop Mount Rushmore can be forgiven for remembering it as such. Those scenes are iconic. But they're also kind of stupid. So is NxNW, and that’s the point. When most of us remember Hitch, we forget the master of suspense was also a cut-up, and the fourth and final pairing of Hollywood’s greatest director and its greatest star is a gas from front to back, a mistaken-identity caper in which Cary Grant plays Cary Grant on a train-hopping adventure that serves as an excuse to watch the man crack wise in nice suits and romance a dame half his age. The charm of the whole goofy affair is augmented by Eva Marie Saint oozing sexuality and amazing turns by James Mason and Martin Landau, who play it straight as the film's villains and score by layering nuance on top of stereotypical scumbaggery. It’s not Hitch's finest work, but it sure as hell is his most consistently delightful, a pitch-perfect spoof mistaken for a thriller the same way Grant's ad exec is mistaken for a master spy, and like the bourbon Landau uses in an attempt to off Grant, it has aged beautifully.