Rear Window movie plot
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Wyatt 2021-10-20 18:59:56
From the beginning of the film, there is a point of space construction that may make the audience suspicious: "Why can you see him, but he never sees you?" Because the floors of the two people's rooms are clearly of the same height! …And the moment when the two men were spotted looking at each other in the show ring behind the show, the mystery was finally revealed: Hitchcell knew that the audience had this suspicion. If they were not taken care of at all, they would inevitably lead them to the end in other ways. A certain degree of psychological loss, "It's a pity. The director didn't even think of a problem I thought of!" But if it is so early on the logical level (rest assured, can only be seen in one direction, because of Barabara), it will be broken. The climax of the whole film! The temporary relaxation of logic is only for the narrative high-power at the critical moment! Just like the Billy Wilder black classic: Why "make up a nonsense about a leg injury, and insurance experts don't immediately think of the weirdness of not coming to claim for compensation"? The audience thought of it, and the choreographer thought of it. But at this time, he immediately responded to the audience's psychological rhythm to highlight his wisdom, and lost the "Double Happiness" in the back!
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Justice 2021-10-20 18:59:43
The scheduling and rhythm are amazing. The first long shot explained all the things that some directors had to spend more than a dozen sentences to explain without saying a word, and the subsequent unsettled cases themselves seemed to be McGoffins, just for String the stories that happened in different windows.
Rear Window quotes
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L.B. Jefferies: I get myself half killed for you and you reward me by stealing my assignments.
Gunnison: I didn't ask you to stand in the middle of that automobile racetrack.
L.B. Jefferies: You asked for a, something dramatically different. You got it.
Gunnison: So did you.
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Gunnison: It's about time you got married, before you turn into a lonesome and bitter old man.
L.B. Jefferies: Yeah, can't you just see me, rushing home to a hot apartment to listen to the automatic laundry and the electric dishwasher and the garbage disposal and the nagging wife...
Gunnison: Jeff, wives don't nag anymore. They discuss.
L.B. Jefferies: Oh, is that so, is that so? Well, maybe in the high-rent district they discuss. In my neighborhood they still nag.