I give my life
Not for honor, but for you
In my time there'll be no one else
Crime, it's the way I fly to you
I'm still in a dream, snake eater
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"These hands will bring you fame."
more than anything this shows hitchcocks preternatural talent for framing and blocking, and even the obvious cuts to give the illusion of one take only heighten the sense of claustrophobia in an already suffocating film, to the point the audience might as well be the one in the chest. floored me.
"Loneliness can do strange things to the mind."
what an nasty shot of monochrome adreadaline. i have a soft spot for this type of deliberate and detached horror, and everything i find creepy about this comes from its depiction of a seriously twisted generational trauma that feels like it infects the frames themselves, like a blood stain that cant be washed out. theres something so matter of fact about how it treats years, sometimes even decades passing, at an unidentifiable point in America that feels like it could be 1950 or 2020. a movie that i cant wait to rewatch but also never see again.