Hitchcock's final film is a lightweight thriller in the manner of "North By Northwest". Barbara Harris is a phony psychic looking to make big bucks by tracking down the long lost illegitimate son of a rich old lady's sister. Meanwhile a kidnapper of the rich & famous have the police baffled. Could these two stories be connected? Duh. Critics found a lot to fault when this movie came out in 1976. Same year as "Taxi Driver", "Rocky", "Network", "Coming Home", all stressing their realistic creds. There is nothing remotely realistic in this frothy entertainment. Hitchcock even resorted to rear-screen projection during an important scene about a car careening out of control down a twisty mountain road. But he was playing it for laughs at the same time. So what's to like about this movie? Barbara Harris plays the kooky psychic to a fare-thee-well. Bruce Dern is her perfect counterpart as the put-upon cab driver who does her footwork. William Devane is as icily sinister as any villain in the Hitchcock canon, especially in the close-ups, his voice as reptilian as anything George Sanders ever did. It was the performance of his career. Karen Black went from willing accomplice to reluctant murderer in a most convincing way. There are inspired set-pieces: the segue from the bickering psychic and her cabbie boyfriend to the kidnapper; the maze-like scene in the cemetery; the rapid editing in the kidnapping of the bishop. Kudos too, to John Williams' scoring, both light and spooky. Hitchcock was an old man when he made this picture. His previous effort had been "Frenzy", a huge success both critically and at the box office, but one that stressed horror over comedy. (The scene where the murderer attempts to remove his tie pin from the clenched fist of his victim is nearly unwatchable.) This one is pure entertainment. He actually seems to say as much when he makes his obligatory appearance, in silhouette, in the Coroner's office; not to mention when, in the very last shot of his last movie, he has Barbara Harris, the charming charlatan, turn directly into the camera, look straight at us, and give a slow, smiling wink.