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Rope (1948)

Brandon: The good Americans usually die young on the battlefield, don't they? Well, the Davids of this world merely occupy space, which is why he was the perfect victim for the perfect murder. Course he, uh, he was a Harvard undergraduate. That might make it justifiable homicide.

I have been staring at the spot on my calendar where I'd typed "Alfred Hitchcock's 125th" for weeks and weeks now trying to decide what a proper way to celebrate would be, but now here it is and I haven't come up with anything. Oh, me! The problem with ol' Hitch at this point is I've already written so much about him -- here check our archives and see -- that my words have begun to feel redundant. Over 400 posts, for goodness' sake! I'm sure if I'd actually, you know, bothered to rewatch one of his films recently I could've bulshitted something here, but I kept forgetting and now it's too late. But I'm sure all of this rambling is just as interesting, right? That said they are screening Vertigo in 70mm at the Paris Theater here in NYC at the end of this month, so maybe when I go see that it'll inspire me to be less insipid and actually share a thought or two. Wouldn't that be a feat? Happy 125 Hitch, you masterful menace. Here's to 125 more.