so, last night i watched the alfred hitchcock classic Vertigo ( man, did it suck. why is this movie such a hit? it bombed when it first opened. hitchcock was apparently very upset by that. but then it was willed to his daughter, as part of the 5 "lost hitchcocks." it went unseen (along with The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956), Rear Window (1954), Rope (1948), and The Trouble with Harry (1955)) until 1984. i believe this absence just built a pressure cooker of hype for a film that really wasn't all that great. sure it has a lot of metaphorical imagery combined with cool camera techniques (including the famous vertigo zoom, where the camera moves forward while the lens zooms outward), but the plot is held together by a thread. a frayed thread. but the ending of Vertigo did remind me of the book i just finished and thoroughly enjoyed, "Smilla's Sense of Snow." at its center, Smilla's.... is a tale of vengeance, and in the final page we find Tork Hviid, the antagonist, running across pack ice, destined to either fall through it, or to become lost on the frozen landscape. either way he dies. but we don't get to watch. it has a wonderful final paragraph: "Somewhere ahead of me the runnung figure slowly grows darker. Tell us, they'll say to me. So we will understand and be able to resolve things. They'll be mistaken. It's only the things you don't understand that you can resolve. There will be no resolution." I have no idea what that means, but i like it. i like it a lot.

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