movies: a dissenting opinion
on hitchcock
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I teach ESL—English as  a Second
Language. The students are immigrants--
Mexican, Korean, Armenian, Iranian,
Ukranian, etc—you name it.

Friday is movie day. I show a film and
make popcorn. The class is 80% woman
and when it comes to movies women are
interested in one thing: romance. I also
enjoy a good romantic film and if you
combine it with a thriller so much the
better. Put these two elements together
and who do you come up with? You come
up with Alfred Hitchcock. So I decided to
show
Vertigo—one  of my favorites—or so
I recall.

But now its 40 years later that I am
watching  the film and as I sit there
watching it a thought begins to recur: can
this movie get any dumber?

Here are the problems:

The Kim Novak character is a sweet thing,
portrayed in an empathetic way but why?
Shes a low life who agrees--for a sum of
money, how much is undisclosed-—to
impersonate this guys wife so he can
proceed with this wacky plot to kill the
wife and make it look like suicide. This is
called: accessory to murder.

The famous scene in the bell tower at the
mission. Kim Novak climbs the stairs and
at the top what do we see but the husband
holding the dead wife—the real wife—and
now he flings the wife from the ledge to
plunge to her death below.

Meanwhile the jimmy Stewart character,
pursuing Kim Novak, is stalled halfway up
due to his vertigo problem and can climb
no further. He sees the body of the woman
hurtling by, that he assumes is Kim Novak,
and descends the tower—a shattered man.

My question is this: when did the husband
kill the wife, how did he kill the wife, how
did he get the wifes body up all those
stairs and how long has he been there
waiting for Kim Novak to arrive—trailing
Jimmy Stewart—with the vertigo problem,
very clever. Has he been there a minute,
an hour, all day or what. That’s the plot of
Vertigo—all over the place, totally wacky,
not even remotely connected to any
prescribed notion of reality as we know it.
My head was spinning—like Jimmy Stewart

The Jimmy Stewart character is a
problem. The movie is half thriller and half
romance. But where is the romance?
Jimmy is a stiff. He has the charisma of a
narcoleptic—a 55 year old retired cop
narcoleptic. Kim Novak is 25—a
bombshell—with a capital B. The chemistry
between these two is zero. Not only that--
he insists on clinging to the image of her
not for herself but as this other woman.
You may recall the dress buying scene in
the salon of the fancy dept store. Its
hilarious. But Kim puts up with it. Why?
Because shes a sap.

There is more but I have said enough. You
get the idea. I know it was the fifties and I
may be laboring these discrepancies but
Im a writer—the logical type.

Next month I check in with
To Catch a
Thief
—dialogue by an English grad student
with a bad case of Jane Austen.
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