|In Soviet Russia, plane catches you!|
I know that a lot of people love North by Northwest, and it's got its high points, but the nostalgia factor can't make up for the fact that this movie just does not make sense. Its secret agents make such asinine mistakes, their double-dealing and narrow escapes are so outlandish, that it's almost more an art movie than a coherent story. The climax is the worst offender for such potholed plotting: Eve and Thornhill face certain doom, but the movie's too lazy to explain now they escape it, so we're left feeling cheated and uncertain that they're really all right. I'm half-convinced that the final images of Eve and Thornhill clinking their champagne glasses together and flirting are Thornhill's dying fantasy as he plummets to his doom from Mount Rushmore.
There's good stuff here too -- Saint's smoldering Eve is an early proponent of free love, refreshing considered beside Hitchcock's usual fave, Princess Grace (Kelly). And any movie that pits its hero against a cropduster and sticks its final showdown on George Washington's nose has chutzpah that's hard to disdain. All in all, I give a 3/5 to North by Northwest. Watch it, but know that the best part is Cary Grant taking his shirt off.
|If you knew how long it took me to find this screenshot.|
|Is that BLING around Cary Grant's neck?|
|The Mom look.|