Mr. Hitchcock and I were able to reconnect again this weekend. This time with his fabulous Dial M for Murder.
Grace Kelly is in it and I LOVE her.
This one's about a guy who hires an old college friend and general scumbag to kill his wealthy wife whom he finds out is cheating on him with a writer. Dang those mysterious writers :)
He does it 'cause he's pissed and also because he wants to inherit all of his wife's wealth.
So, the plan is set but then gets completely screwed up mid-murder. The guy- btw this hit man's last name is Swan- had nylons wrapped around Grace's neck when she stabs him in the back with scissors. He dies an all to quick death for the size of the scissors she stabs him with and the murder plan is off.
The scheming husband races home to try and cover everything up and in the process hatches a plan to frame his wife for the murder of this man.
Well amazingly the plan seems to work until little holes start popping up everywhere in this dude's plan.
In the end, they are able to prove that he was the one who set the whole thing up because of a mix up with keys. Pretty genius if you ask me.
ANywho, I have to say that the best part of the movie was at the very end when the scheming husband discovers he's been caught. He smiles and walks over to pour himself a drink. He seems very jovial about the whole thing which sent me into a fit of laughter.
I do like how Alfie is able to comically lift the most horrible of situations. He's my guy!
But I must now go back to something I pointed out earlier. The hitman died waaaay too quickly after being stabbed with what looked like the scissors I took to school in kindergarten. I mean, yes, you would obviously be in pain from being stabbed in the back but I just don't think its physcially possible to die in a matter of seconds with that kind of a wound. Now, yes, I know that it was Hollywood and all that glitters, but I mean come on!
It was the same thing with The Rope, the dude the two guys killed died in seconds.
Now the lady that dies in Psycho was fairly believable because she was stabbed over and over and over again (by the way, did you know that the blood the filmed going down the drain in that scene was actually chocolate syrup!) and you don't really see a murder in Rear Window and the lady in Vertigo falls out the bell tower of a very tall church so that's believable too.
This topic does seem a little dismal to be talking about, but tis just a small little annoyance I have with Mr. Hitchcock. Of course, he's nearly perfect everywhere else. But if you want to scare me or believe that a character in one of your movies actually died- don't stab him with the circular edged scissors I used to cut out paper shapes with when I was five.
We shall see how Alfie and I do next week when Strangers on a Train arrives.