VERTIGO: CLASSIC FILM’S RUBIK’S CUBE

I wonder if this is a movie that MUST be seen FROM the second time around?

 

KISS & TELL: “VERTIGO” and “OUT OF THE PAST”

 

 

Cute song, right? But listen…lets get serious about kissing, shall we? See, you have never been kissed until you’ve been kissed by a Spiderwoman … a black widow … a lethal lady. Its intensity is like no other. 0r if Cary Grant took you in his arms, or Ricardo Cortez roughly shook you up, down to your toes as Steve Cochran would. A kiss could be sweetly elegant like Ronald Colman or hot and steamy like being kissed by Jean Peters. You would be like a moth to the flame, going willingly. Happily. Fatally.

OUT OF THE VERTIGO

Knowing and loving “Vertigo” and “Out of the Past” as I do, I can’t explain for the life of me, what gave me the idea to juxtapose these two images against each other or think of both movies together. One is a romantic drama by Hitchcock and the other, a classic film noir by Tourneur. Neurons fired in my brain faster than I could transcribe my thoughts.

“VERTIGO” – MY FAVORITE CLASSIC MOVIE

This post is part of the My Favorite Classic Movie Blogathon in celebration of National Classic Movie Day ( May 16th ). Click here to view the schedule listing all the great posts in this blogathon. I have to tell ya, I’ve had many favorite movies over the years watching classic films.

2015 TCM CLASSIC FILM FESTIVAL: WHEN IS A MULTI-PLEX NOT A MULTI-PLEX…

I can’t tell you how many times I bolted through those doors like a kid in a candy store ( or is that a bull in a China shop? ) I would look for my theatre and the line I should wait on for my next movie experience. I once got there before the theatre was opened so you know I have problems. ( But hey, don’t we all? ) Check out these next four pages to see what I saw ~

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“VERTIGO” ( 1958 )

This time I wasn’t in Hollywood…at a film festival…with like-minded classic film fans. This time I wasn’t at the magnificent Graumann’s Chinese…with the star of the film introducing the movie; ( btw, a star I had met.  A-hem! ) Nope, this time I was here in New York City.

“I CONFESS” ( 1953 )

“ O’ what a tangled web he weaves

When first we watch Hitchcock’s movies. ”

“I CONFESS” is gnarly. Yes I mean it in that surfer boy way of good, cool. (Do I have that right? I never dated a surfer). But I also mean gnarly in terms of messy, not smooth. That’s because the murderer weaves everything into a gnarled snarled mess.