Vertiginous

Z and I went to see Hitchcock's Vertigo on the big screen last night. I haven;t seen it since the first time, which was in an early re-run somewhere around 1962 I think. I thought it was extraordinarily weird then, but undoubtedly a work of personal art.  It retains all of that, and seems both more personal and more weird even than it was.  A certain part of that is the effect of time:  the way things look, the way people behave, the body language, makeup, the old (and rather inadequately r...