I don’t get paid enough to like movies this much.
I never saw Rear Window because all my film school professors would show the opening scene to make a point about visual storytelling and then go “you’ve all seen the rest.”
This felt like a play, which I love. Its’ just watching these people fall down a wicked rabbit hole, all because they’re bored. They’re proto true crime fans and it’s captivating. Every sequence where we’re starring into those windows feels transgressive. No wonder everyone wanted to make up stories…
In college, I took a Hitchcock class where the professor had a nasty gimmick. He only showed Hitchcock’s obscure films, as most of us “had already seen” the classics. Whatever helps you sleep at night. As such, I have seen Mr and Mrs Smith, but not Vertigo. Perhaps I should rectify that this year.
The moral of the story is that they were horny. I now understand that virtually every director I admired growing up has knocked this off in…