A full-force hurricaine of entertainment. Big actors, big laughs, big plot twists, big sets. I think this is Hitchcock at his most fun and when he channels all his talents at fun, much like Spielberg with “Raiders of the Lost Ark,” it is just remarkable. It was great to see this in a theater, not only from the visual perspective (wow! The U.N.! Rushmore! Matte paintings!) but to gasp with the audience when Martin Landau picks up Cary Grant’s matchbook, titter when the cropduster seems to be coming right at us, and to giggle when the train drills into a tunnel. There is some method to the madness (to pun on the title) of this romp, of course. Many of the scenes are meant in a way to subvert the expectations created by the Cary Grant persona and from various “wrong man” movies in Hitchcock’s book. I read an important-seeming essay once about NXNW’s relevance as Cold War parable, especially vis-a-vis the Mount Rushmore scenes. And I say, sure, go for it.