Yesterday I went to an actual theater to watch
Rear Window (1954). It's 70 this year, and it continues to deliver. I'd forgotten how expertly Hitchcock does sexy with Kelly and Stewart exchanging hot-and-bothered, but muffled sweet nothings through their locked lips. So refreshing to see sultriness handled this way. Thelma Ritter is a gem. I went by myself, and that felt appropriate, as so much of the film centers on Stewart, alone in his apartment, spying on his neighbors. We got to be peeping Toms together.
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