"Notorious" has stood the test of time and deserves the labels of a classic and one of the most formidable early American productions of Alfred Hitchcock.

Viewed in 1984, "Blame it on Rio" was a bad movie. Viewed forty years later, the badness is overlaid by a strong creepiness factor.

It hurts to search for logic in the wreckage of a screenplay that feels like it was cut into tiny pieces and glued back together in some random order.

A promising premise, once compromised by an inadequate director, inept actors, horrific dialogue, and a host of other problems, is unable to rise to the surface.

For all its skill at mimicry, it has nothing to say and no real story to tell. It’s as ephemeral as it is unpleasant – a rancid little curiosity whose impressions are easily flushed.

There are times when it can be fun to revisit a cheesy, poorly-made movie from another era, but this is not one of those instances.