Showing posts with label James Stewart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James Stewart. Show all posts

Saturday 5 February 2022

I Love My Neighbours, Like A Father.



I can see you in court now, surrounded by a bunch of lawyers in double-breasted suits.

You're pleading. You say,
"Judge, it was only a little bit of innocent fun —
I love my neighbors, 
like A Father."





Hitchcock's God 
is cruel and arbitrary,
and like some kind of 
bird of prey or raptor 
which is gazing down rather 
coldly and disinterestedly 
on its human subjects.

In the shower sequence, 
the violence is directed 
and that knife is coming towards US.

So we're being punished 
for being the voyeurs.

There are consequences 
to watching and being watched.

In the character of James Stewart,
if we identify with him in Rear Window 
has a very literal, great fall
at the end of it where he breaks the other leg.

Meaning another six, eight 
months of pain and itchiness and 
not being able 
to screw Grace Kelly.

All those things are 
pertinent to Hitchcock.