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Movie Night: "The Girl"

October 21, 2012

Michael wasn’t feeling well, so we stayed home last night. A movie always perks us up, and we had a choice: Wes Anderson’s critically acclaimed “Moonrise Kingdom,” which was On Demand, and HBO’s premiere of “The Girl,” the film based on Tippi Hedren’s not-so-wonderful experience as Alfred Hitchcock’s obsession. We went with Tippi.

I don’t often use the word “lugubrious,” but that’s the one that comes to mind after seeing this movie. It’s relentlessly grim, creepily so.

We learn – if we didn’t know already – that Hitch had a thing for Tippi, plucked the young model out of obscurity to be his latest “Hitchcock blonde” following in the high heels of Grace Kelly, Eva Marie Saint and Kim Novak, gave her the starring role in “The Birds,” and tormented her because she wouldn’t sleep with him.

That torment took the form of physical abuse during the scene in “The Birds” where Tippi’s character, Melanie Daniels, gets pecked by birds in the attic. Hitch had planned to use mechanical birds, but since Tippi wouldn’t return his affection, he unleashed real ones on her and traumatized her. I’ll probably never watch this scene the same way after seeing “The Girl.”

Hitch destroyed Hedren’s career when she understandably wanted out of her contract, and to her credit she never whined publicly but rather carried on her life. The problem with “The Girl,” despite the good work of Sienna Miller, who plays Hedren, and Toby Jones, who gets the look and voice of Hitchcock to a “T,” the story has no nuance, no break from the creepiness. I’m assuming there were moments when Alfred Hitchcock was charming, even amusing, and yet we never see them. He’s a monster, a weirdo, a sadist. Period.

Hedren herself comes off as a brave, dignified woman who didn’t buckle under when pressured. Good for her. But as entertainment? “The Girl” was for the birds.

 

Toby Jones is the wonderful British actor who played Truman Capote, and here he gets the look and the speech of Hitchcock perfectly. Sienna

 

Filed Under: Mainly Jane, Movies, Television Tagged With: Alfred Hitchock, HBO, The Birds, The Girl, Tippi Hedren

Perhaps I Hallucinated Tonight’s Loss?

May 16, 2011

I was sitting there watching the game by myself, musing about how well A.J. was pitching, thinking how wonderful it was that the Yankees were scoring actual runs, delighting in the power of Curtis Granderson, speculating that the team enjoys playing in the warmer confines of Tropicana Field, when suddenly…

Well, you know what happened: A.J. had a complete and utter meltdown. Just like the bad old days.

What you don’t know is that minutes before his dreadful inning, I glanced out my living room window and saw a half-dozen vultures flying overhead. Yes, vultures. Turkey buzzards. Big disgusting birds that prey on the dead.

I’m not kidding. I live way up in the hills where we do have a lot of wildlife; the birds could certainly have spotted a squirrel or rabbit and decided to dine on my lawn. But here’s what I think: they were watching the Yankees too and I was starring in some sort of horror movie.

(courtesy: bbc.co.uk)

I tweeted my fears to my Yankee tweeps. They responded that I wasn’t hallucinating and that vultures or no vultures the boys did find a new way to lose.

If only we could have scored after the Grandy homer. If only Girardi had pulled A.J. sooner. If only we had a healthy bullpen. If only A-Rod would stop striking out. If only, if only.

Can you imagine if George were alive? Someone would get fired or, at the very least, threats would be made. Hank piped up, but it was pretty tame stuff.

As I said last night, the ugliness will stop eventually. There’s just no telling how long it will last. I wouldn’t mind if Nunez would stop making throwing errors in the meantime.

Filed Under: Confessions of a She-Fan Tagged With: A-Rod, A.J. Burnett, Curtis Granderson, George Steinbrenner, Joe Girardi, Rays, The Birds, Tippi Hedren, Tropicana Field, vultures, Yankees

Perhaps I Hallucinated Tonight's Loss?

May 16, 2011

I was sitting there watching the game by myself, musing about how well A.J. was pitching, thinking how wonderful it was that the Yankees were scoring actual runs, delighting in the power of Curtis Granderson, speculating that the team enjoys playing in the warmer confines of Tropicana Field, when suddenly…

Well, you know what happened: A.J. had a complete and utter meltdown. Just like the bad old days.

What you don’t know is that minutes before his dreadful inning, I glanced out my living room window and saw a half-dozen vultures flying overhead. Yes, vultures. Turkey buzzards. Big disgusting birds that prey on the dead.

I’m not kidding. I live way up in the hills where we do have a lot of wildlife; the birds could certainly have spotted a squirrel or rabbit and decided to dine on my lawn. But here’s what I think: they were watching the Yankees too and I was starring in some sort of horror movie.

(courtesy: bbc.co.uk)

I tweeted my fears to my Yankee tweeps. They responded that I wasn’t hallucinating and that vultures or no vultures the boys did find a new way to lose.

If only we could have scored after the Grandy homer. If only Girardi had pulled A.J. sooner. If only we had a healthy bullpen. If only A-Rod would stop striking out. If only, if only.

Can you imagine if George were alive? Someone would get fired or, at the very least, threats would be made. Hank piped up, but it was pretty tame stuff.

As I said last night, the ugliness will stop eventually. There’s just no telling how long it will last. I wouldn’t mind if Nunez would stop making throwing errors in the meantime.

Filed Under: Confessions of a She-Fan Tagged With: A-Rod, A.J. Burnett, Curtis Granderson, George Steinbrenner, Joe Girardi, Rays, The Birds, Tippi Hedren, Tropicana Field, vultures, Yankees

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