Recommended. In the mid-sixties, Alfred Hitchcock was a highly dependable money maker for Universal Studios. The suits wanted more of the same. After Charade made a bundle, writer Peter Stone (Father Goose, The Taking Of Pelham One Two Three) was a hot commodity and churned out several great, faux-Hitch scripts for them. Mirage paired Gregory Peck (only three years past To Kill A Mockingbird) with a strong supporting cast (Kevin McCarthy, George Kennedy, Jack Weston) - - Walter Matthaeu at the height of his powers - - in a great little amnesia mystery. I love how Stone slips past just a whisper on the heartlessness of urban culture. The velvety, black and white camerawork (Joe MacDonald, Niagara), hepcat Quincy Jones’s (In the Heat of the Night) soundtrack and the Manhattan location shots complied by helmer Edward Dmytryk (The Caine Mutiny) give this film an authentic cool. This mirage doesn’t dissolve with a closer look.