It has always been a habit that when I am at home, I always draw down the curtains. I ask myself that I am a decent gentleman, but it is inevitable that the doubts in the mind of the villain will be peeped. People have the desire to peep, and I firmly believe this.
The grinning Hitchcock obviously believes this more than I do, so in "Rear Window" he asked James Stewart, an absolutely polite gentleman, to play Jeff, sitting in the window and peering into the field of vision. Neighbors inside. He is the same as all of us. He has the advantages and disadvantages of all of us. He is a good person. However, when he sat in front of the back window, he still couldn't stop his desire to peep.
Thus, the intimacy of the newlyweds, the communication of the dancers, the frustration of the composer...all fell into his eyes. The lonely woman was drinking again, the jewelry salesman had quarreled with his wife, and the childless couple called for the baby puppy at night, all of which was clearly seen by him. He had no purpose, he just watched and watched other people's lives to spend his own days. After all, time in a wheelchair is not easy, besides, he is a photographer who likes to walk around with a camera on his back and wearing a hunting suit.
No one can escape the temptation of peeping, no one can. Hitchcock's so thorough understanding of human nature made me shudder. The townspeople live their lives, joy, sadness, quarrels, love... but they have never been wary of the twinkling eyes in the opposite window, even though he has a kind smile on his face. He is not tired of it.
In the rainy night, he still refused to sleep, looking at every window on the opposite side. The blonde dancing girl changed boyfriends again, and the couple hurriedly put the quilt into the house, and the salesman carried the big box back and forth in and out. All this seems normal, but why did the salesman's wife suddenly disappear? Could it be that he killed her? Jeff was excited by the idea.
There is no God in this world, Nietzsche said: God is dead. But in fact, each of us subconsciously wants to be God, and we all want to have the power to dominate the lives of others. Therefore, Jeff's beautiful girlfriend hopes that Jeff can listen to her opinions, and she wants to dominate the life of the person she loves. So, Jeff eventually got involved in the salesman's wife murdering case from an onlooker. Similarly, his beautiful girlfriend full of curiosity and his massage nurse also participated. The evil guy Hitchcock asked Jeff to say something when the three of them were hiding in the shadows and looking at each other’s warehouse: "Didn’t you say something is wrong?" Shaking his head, the answer he got was: " We want to find out the truth of the matter. "So the three of them played the role of a detective and a hero together.
Voyeurs no longer seem so immoral here, only because they found a murder case. In fact, in Hitchcock's movies, morality has always been the object of his play. He just creates thrills and arouses people's deep psychological fear. He doesn't even use fancy movie skills, no nervous music, no horrible images, which can make us panic and scream along with the plot of the movie.
The blonde is receiving the new boyfriend, the composer is playing his new work, the lonely woman is about to swallow sleeping pills, the couple is very sad about the death of their puppy... But in another window of their building Murder happened! In this world, pain and joy go on at the same time, and death and crime are also omnipresent. These are all happening in different corners, perhaps right by your side, and the person who committed the crime may be the one you talked to in the elevator yesterday. When this thought is suddenly connected to our daily lives, Hitchcock’s horror has penetrated into your heart. What he creates is not sensory stimulation, but psychological shock.
Hollywood is Hollywood. This director who plays with the audience's moral values and psychological activities ultimately has to let justice prevail over evil. The murderer was brought to justice, and Jeff, with his two injured legs, fell asleep peacefully in the sun from the rear window, waiting for her beautiful girlfriend to come.
But as for me, I hurried to the window to check the curtains. By the way, I took a peek at the opposite window. A man stretched out and walked towards the window. Did he kill her wife just now? I closed the curtains.
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