Foreign Correspondent (film) - Cast

Cast

  • Joel McCrea as Johnny Jones / Huntley Haverstock
  • Laraine Day as Carol Fisher
  • Herbert Marshall as Stephen Fisher
  • George Sanders as Scott ffolliott
  • Albert Bassermann as Van Meer
  • Robert Benchley as Stebbins
  • Edmund Gwenn as Rowley
  • Eduardo Ciannelli as Mr. Krug
  • Harry Davenport as Mr. Powers
  • Martin Kosleck as Tramp
  • Frances Carson as Mrs. Appleby
  • Ian Wolfe as Stiles
  • Charles Wagenheim as Assassin
  • Eddie Conrad as Latvian
  • Charles Halton as Bradley
  • Barbara Pepper as Dorine
  • Emory Parnell as Captain John Martin of "The Mohican"
  • Roy Gordon as Mr. Brood
  • Gertrude W. Hoffmann as Mrs. Benson
  • Marten Lamont as Captain of clipper plane
  • Barry Bernard as Steward on plane
  • Holmes Herbert as Commissioner Folliptt
  • Leonard Mudie as McKenna
  • John Burton as English announcer

Alfred Hitchcock can be seen when Joel McCrea first spots Van Meer on the street in London; Hitchcock walks past reading a newspaper. Albert Basserman, who plays Van Meer, was German and couldn't speak English, so he had to learn all his lines phonetically. Likewise, one "Dutch" girl speaks Dutch phonetically, though not quite as convincingly.

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