He's the hyper-Homer of modern anxieties, the reigning champ of theorized and cross-examined pop cinema, but Hitchcock's work substantially represented in Film Forum's Essential Hitchcock retro, beginning its four-and-a-half week blitz this Fridaymight best be taken as a half-century-long river of unsettling questions and complacency persecution. Everyone has fave points of immersion; here're some of mine:
The 39 Steps (1935): "What are the 39 Steps?!" Mr. Memory, in agonizing close-up, helpless in the throes of his cognitive gift.
Secret Agent (1936): We thought it was soundtrack atmosphere, but it was only a corpse slumped on the organ keys.
Suspicion (1941): Cary Grant, lying through half-lidded eyes: How could anyone trust him again?
Lifeboat (1944): The slow, almost postcoital withdrawal from the boat's gunwale for all concerned after they had, en masse, thrown Walter Slezak overboard.
Dial M for Murder(1954): The scissors. He had to fall on the scissors.
The Wrong Man(1956): The bank tellers, electrified with fearful certainty.
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