The Task: Watch and write about every movie on my shelf, in order (Blu-rays are sorted after DVDs), by June 10, 2015. Remaining movies: 110 Days to go: 76
Movie #330: North by Northwest
I really dig Hitchcock. What always strikes me is the intention with which he frames every scene. Shots, positioning, dialogue and angles all have a specific purpose. Now, of course, there are several directors who insist on that level of detail and control over the look and feel of their pictures, but Alfred Hitchcock really set the standard. I’ve only seen a handful of his films (enough to get a feel for his style, but not a whole bunch by any means), and North by Northwest was one that had eluded me until now, and I’m really glad I finally got to watch it.
North by Northwest is almost like an episode of The Twilight Zone, throwing its protagonist into a surreal situation, confusing him and keeping him off-balance, and forcing him to scramble and flail to try to save himself. (I find it’s very similar to Vertigo in this way.) I’ve always found awful situations that were also plausible in the physical universe we inhabit to be far scarier than supernatural threats or gory violence or crazed villains, which makes North by Northwest‘s inciting event so terrifying: What if you were mistaken for someone else by a group of people who wished harm to the person you were mistaken for being? That’s what happens to Roger Thornhill (Cary Grant), and it sends him down an awful, scary path.
I legitimately find that prospect incredibly frightening, because there would be so little you could do. If the man you’re mistaken for being is a spy known for changing his identity, it makes it even harder. Worse yet, if the bad guy realizes his error and comes to believe you’re not who he thought you were, well he’s still going to kill you because now you know too much and are expendable. It’s like getting your identity stolen and not being able to convince anyone you’re innocent. It’s like being Nick from Gone Girl, with the whole world thinking you bought thousands of dollars worth of goodies you were waiting to use until after you killed your wife. It’s just a mess, and there’s very little way out.
Luckily for Roger, the American spies know who he really is, so it no doubt eases the transition once he avoids being killed, but first he has to avoid being killed. However, beyond just the plot of the film or the iconic images it brought the world, North by Northwest also brought us Eva Marie Saint as Eve Kendall — a woman so fascinating and fantastic I could probably write a book about her.
Eve Kendall meets our hero as he’s on the run from the New York City police. He’s been mistaken for a man named George Kaplan (in part due to his own actions, proving that one of Hitchcock’s underlying themes in all his films is “Don’t make trouble for yourself, idiot”) and accused of the murder of a U.N. diplomat, so he’s running away to Chicago, where he believes the real George Kaplan is. Eve is beautiful, smart, charismatic, and overtly sexual without being tawdry. She parries every bit of innuendo he throws at her, and she does it with ease. The result is a sophisticated and incredibly lustful encounter, with no coyness or beating around the bush with regard to their interest in each other. It’s pretty hot, actually, like a Bond movie or something. And it’s even more like a Bond movie, because Eve has serious ulterior motives, which then become something else Roger is scrambling to figure out before it all unravels.
But unlike a Bond film, in which the chicks are generally disposable, Roger gets to keep Eve — once the bad guys are thwarted and all is well in the world, of course. And honestly, that cut to the closing shot of their train shooting into a tunnel just as Roger and Eve have started kissing in bed is about the funniest, most obvious sex reference in the whole movie (even more than when Roger outright talks about how often he wants to make love to the ladies). It’s so great — precisely because of how deliberate Hitchcock’s filmmaking is.
North by Northwest also deals pretty openly with the Cold War, which is interesting. What’s more interesting, though, is that bad guy Vandamm (James Mason) has an incredibly good-looking henchman named Leonard, PLAYED BY MARTIN LANDAU. Now, obviously, I knew logically in my head that Martin Landau wasn’t always a goofy old man, but I never would’ve expected this. It’s like a real live plot twist. Man, that Hitchcock was good.