I remember loving this movie when I saw it when I was like… what… twelve? Something like that? And I’m digging the mood; I can see why I would have liked this movie at that age.
But… I’m oddly unmoved by this now. Bergman is supposed to be, like, a tragic figure (magic pixie party girl?), but she’s more… clingy and annoying.
I mean… it’s Hitchcock, so there’s scenes here that are really exciting. I think… two scenes? And then there’s the rest.
Notorious. Alfred Hitchcock. 1946. ⚂