The only other Naruse I'd seen prior to this was the Sound of the Mountain, and boy he made some serious progress in those six years in between. I liked that film quite a bit, but the pedestrian direction didn't do its feminist themes justice. This one though-- wow. The jazzy score, the excellent use of mise en scène, the film noir-esque lighting. What a gorgeous, heartbreaking film.
Vertigo was already my favorite Hitchcock (and one of my favorite films), and yet seeing this on the big screen felt like an entirely new experience. Kim Novak, now transformed into the woman Jimmy Stewart's obsessive Scottie desires, emerging from the bathroom bathed in glowing green light ranks among my favorite scenes in all of cinema.