this hitchcock classic was tonight's chicago outdoor film fest offering. it was the first time i've seen it in a long time and i had forgotten how truly fucked up hitchcock was about women. knowing what a sicko he was just makes watching his movies that much creepier. and i DO mean that as a compliment. i love his films.
the other entertainment of the evening (and yes this is very mean-spirited) was watching the guy in front of us get ditched by his date about 20 minutes into the film only to have her miraculously reappear as it ended. she told him she couldn't find him after she went to the bathroom. i would have felt sorrier for him if i hadn't just had to sit in his aftershave stink-cloud for two hours.