So, here’s some thoughts on Vertigo – the movie which was
annointed the finest movie of all time in that most recent sigh and
sound poll. I’ll drop this here: it’s weird.
So, just quickly
here’s the entire story – spoilers ahead – a detective who
retired from the force after he is discovered to have vertigo is
tasked with following the young wife of an old college mate. She acts
in a strange manner and it seems as though she’s being possessed by
the ghost of her grandmother – a woman who commit suicide many
years before. Like all good private detectives, he falls in love with
his friend’s wife whom he is supposed to be tailing. At a Spanish
mission, she jumps off the steeple, and because of his vertigo, he’s
not able to climb up to save her. Her death means that the husband
gets all of her estate (ship-building, in case you ask) and the
detective goes into a weird catatonic state after an inquiry deems
him not responsible for the death.
He comes out of it
when he meets a woman who looks a little like the wife, and after a
very strange, manipulative relationship, it turns out that this woman
was playing the wife – the husband had paid this young woman to act
crazy, to trick the detecitve into thinking her mad, before the real
wife was flung off the steeple. In a deranged fit, while the young
woman is (for some reason) ready to run away with him – they RETURN
to the steeple, seemingly in order for the detective to rid himself
of his vertigo and confirm the truth about the death. The young
woman, frightened by a nun, jump/falls off the steeple while the
detective looks on.
That’s the story,
it seems a little strange, but it’s much more than that.
Anyway, here are
some thoughts:
There are special
effects used throughout which add a certain charm. There’s a fair
bit of green screen effects, especially when characters are driving,
and the special effect of someone falling to their death is used a
few times. It’s not convincing, but it’s pretty cool. Later on,
Jimmy Stewart (he’s the detective) to show his state of high
anxiety, goes into a technicolour dreamscape which reminded me of
that bit in Dumbo with the bubbles and pink elephants. Charming,
sure.
Anyway, as a private
eye, Jimmy isn’t great. He barely keeps his distance while tailing
his mark. In the worryingly empty San Francisco he would definitely
be discovered if there wasn’t a plan in place to keep him following
her. When the woman he’s watching jumps in the water, he a) feels
her tits while he is saving her, and b) takes her home and strips her
instead of calling the police or ambulance. To top it all off, he
falls in love with this woman, a woman he believes is an old friend’s
wife, before she dies under his watch. It’s a pretty crappy private
dick job from old Jimmy.
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Fun fact: in 1958, a boob-grab like this could lead to pregnancy.
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When, later on, he
finds the actress who was playing the wife, they embark on a very
strange relationship. It reads as maniupulative and potentially
abusive today, and probably did in 1958, too. He stalks her so that
he finds where she lives, and his mad eyes and uncompromosing
demeanour never let’s us see why she has fallen in love with him.
For the record, it’s
the same actress, but because of the clothes, I couldn’t tell it
was the same woman. It’s Kim Novak, who is still alive as of the
time of writing, which is nice, and something I can’t help but keep
an eye out for now. Anyway, this young woman was posing as the wife,
and after the death of the real wife, she’s able to go back to her
regular life, which seems to involve walking around showing off her
slim waist. It doesn’t seem that she’s been paid very much for
this difficult and dangerous action which would have taken months of
planning, as she’s still living in the same hotel she ever was.
Jimmy Stewart falls
in love with this new woman. He forces this much younger woman to
dress and look exactly like the dead wife through clothes fittings
and hair dyeing. It’s weird. He is in a clothes shop with a
non-consenting woman, forcing her to wear clothes, and the shopkeeper
just says ‘there’s a man who knows what he wants’ – it’s
kind of funny, but it definitely plays weirdly today.
It’s not helped by
the fact that Jimmy Stewart is in his very late 40s while he chases
after a woman who is, we’re told, 26 – his other love interest, a
woman called Midge is described as being Jimmy’s age, but she looks
like his daughter. I watched this movie yesterday, but I’m still
not sure how her story ended – was the last thing she said in the
movie telling the psychiatrist that Jimmy is still in love with the
wife? That’s not a very satisfying storyline.
The movie is from
1958, and there are a few funny incidences, too. We’re meant to
believe that the husband broke the wife’s neck, carried her up
several flights, then threw her off a bell tower without anyone
seeing, despite at the very end, a speedy old nun is able to overhear
mere voices. Also, is there only one restaurant in all of SF for them
to eat at?
There are a few
other things too, they notably turn down cigarettes from a town
gossip, and Jimmy says ‘it’s a little early in the day’ for him
to have a drink when meeting with his old friend. However soon
afterwards, the wife, in a state of shock, is given brandy, arranges
to meet with with him later, and he says, yes but in a couple of
hours: “Make it noon.” How early are they drinking then? He also
describes brandy as tasting like venison… which… it doesn’t.
Perhaps the most
Hitchcock-ian element of the entire movie, and the most telling
reflection of the time it was made, is the strange attitude the whole
thing takes to mental illness. We’re told at the beginning that
Jimmy’s vertigo is only curable by another trauma overtaking it
(which explains why they go up the bell tower again at the end –
note that it’s not a convincing reason). After the death of the
wife, he goes into a catatonic state which is seemingly curable by
Mozart. This strange attitude to psychotherapy is similar to other
Hitchcock movies, such as Spellbound, and that strange bit at
the very end of Psycho which makes nonsense of the rest of the
movie. I’m sure that Hitchcock had some concerns with the branch of
medicine at the time, but I’m too lazy to look it up further. At
very least, it’s an interesting snapshot intop the thinking of the
time, for sure.
At the end of this
is a very weird choice for the best movie ever made. Arguments could
be made that it’s not in the top, oh, 15, of its own director’s
best movies. The plot is really weird. At the end of all of this,
this is a very strange movie, it’s interesting, sure, the music is
good and... you know, it’s well shot, but you’re left thinking
‘why is this considered the greatest movie of all time?’ in a way
you don’t with many others. Put it this way..not many ‘great’
movies end with ‘the main woman dies when a nun spooks her and she
falls the same was as the woman she was posing as did.’