19 October 2011
I've never seen this movie before. Yes, yes, I know, I'm behind. WAY behind. I like it that way—keeps people's expectations low. I did see the Birds in High School. Ugh.
So anyway, my roommate ordered it on Netflix and we got the disc tonight. (No, please don't go into the Netflix rant with me. My roommate is in charge of that.) After a rather painful trip to the gym, I made some dinner and we settled down to watch it.
Old movies are always entertaining. It's like going to a different world—one that's not totally dissimilar from ours, but enough to be distracting sometimes. When James Stewart pulled out a phone book, and actually used it, I mentioned that if we had kids they might not know what a phone book was for. Besides using as a booster seat, that is.
But I'm rambling again.
I liked the movie. I knew the story (hello, the Simpsons spoofed it) so there weren't any big surprises, but I still enjoyed it. Good characters, plenty of suspense, a little romance, great setting . . . fun, fun, fun.
Although, we were confused by two things. Why sit and watch someone who supposedly killed their wife with your lights on, and why doesn't a big, tough man like that have a gun handy? Seriously, Mr. “I travel the world and eat stuff that you wouldn't even like to look at before it's dead” (or whatever) doesn't have a firearm handy? This is America, for crying out loud! And really, turn your lights off. Spying 101 there people.
Okay, I'm making fun, but I still found myself curled up on the couch, arms around my knees, biting my lip as the girl climbed up the fire escape into the murderer's apartment.
Next on our Netflix list is Disturbia. Haven't seen that one either. Good Halloween-ness going on here. Anyone have any suggestions for more Halloween movies that aren't all gore?