“Who is that woman with the intelligent squirrel eyes and the gentle smile? I’ve seen her somewhere! And why is it that I get the weird idea to wish she was my grandmother?”
I knew I liked her, and not just because of the unknown association. I liked her because she was way more likable than the other characters of the movie.
You know, there is something about guys, who are ruled by their genitals, and helpless women, who can’t play any other role than as the object of men’s desire, that puts me off. I wasn’t all that much into either Scottie or Madeleine, as handsome as they were as a couple. Midge wore glasses and as long as she didn’t take them off and let out her hair I knew she wouldn’t stand a chance. Not in a 1958 movie. And I couldn’t help feeling sorry for her.
My thoughts about Vertigo
But let’s leave Midge aside for a while and look at the rest of Vertigo. What did I think? Did I fancy it?
I’ll disregard of all the way it has contributed to film history and inspired other film makers (I’m sure you can get that from other, more educated film writers.) When I write about movies, it’s always about what they mean to me and not to everyone else.
I also have the ambition not get too judgemental about older movies regarding outdated views on for instance gender, sexuality and race. They are what they are: children of their time and it would be rather unfair and pointless to let it destroy my enjoyment of movies that have other qualities.
As of Vertigo, it was the first time I watched it and I was fortunate enough not to know anything about the plot or the twists and turns the story takes. How I’ve managed to stay innocent and unknowing is a bit of a mystery considering its position as one of the Big Classics, but nevertheless it added a lot to my enjoyment. Hitchcock could easily manipulate me and play all tricks he wanted to; I was intrigued by the movie all the way and I never anticipated what would come next. Working as intended you could say. As much as it was a crime story, it was a psychological study, which in spite of a quite slow pace still pulled me in and engaged me.
I thought it looked pretty. The costumes are pretty, the use of colors is pretty, the setting is pretty and the people are pretty. I suppose the careful restoration they did of the movie in the mid 90s has helped a bit too. As far as I understand it, the score is considered to be brilliant as well, and while this may be true, I must admit that I felt it a little bit too invasive at times for my taste. It was so loud that I couldn’t hear what it tried to tell me.
All in all it was a good movie, and while I don’t feel comfortable to give it the almost mandatory 5/5 rating quite yet, I have the feeling that I might do it at some point in the future. I imagine that it’s the kind of movie that you can watch several times and that will grow each time and finally become like a good old friend.
Finally: the itch. I have to get back to that before this review is complete.
I resisted the urge to scratch this time. After I had finished watching, I proceeded with the documentary “Obsessed with Vertigo”, which mainly is about the restoration project (quite interesting by the way, well worth to see.) And there she was wrinkled as I’m used to see her, but with the same sparkling eyes and the kind smile: Barbara Bel Geddes. Miss Ellie! Of course! The matriarch of Southfork, Dallas! I should have known.
It was great to see her again. Kim Novak may have been the sexiest one. I can’t tell, I’m not a man. But Barbara Bel Geddes won my heart.
Vertigo (Alfred Hitchcock, US, 1958) My rating: 4/5