Alfred is still very good at telling stories, and is usually sultry and exciting, making me often forget about bad Hollywood sets and forgive writers who often struggle to justify themselves.
Today, it's "Dr. Edward". Another story about a murderer with a high IQ being ruined by a low-level mistake. At the end, I felt like I was played by Lao Xi again.
Irretrievably, I fell in love with Gregory Pike. This dark-eyed, tall American man. Another American man.
Remember the charming episode where he and Bergman met late at night? I don't know how Parker, who was just debuting, grasped this plot. In short, after a discussion about medical works, Bergman lowered his head and said, "In front of you, I'm like a fool." And Parker stared at her. , said solemnly: "Yes, I know, something happened between you and me".
The doors opened one by one, like a mystery. Perhaps it was because of the draughtsmanship, or perhaps Dalí's surrealist complex dominated the scene. They kiss deeply. Hollywood's descriptions of love are pretty rampant, and strangely, it's usually these loves from the black-and-white era that aren't ferocious or complicated, but there's a nobility behind the restrained lines. Under the test of Hitchcock's black suspense, the relationship between a thin mental patient and a normal good woman is of course dangerous, but it seems that because of this danger, their relationship exudes ecstasy sexiness.
It's hard to reproduce a man like Gregory Pike. I read his profile over and over again on the Internet, but all I get is confusion. His childhood, his marriage, his relationship with his second wife, and most importantly, of course, with my beloved Audrey Hepburn, who played with him in Roman Holiday.
When I opened "Watching Movies in the Rear Window", I saw a netizen describing Parker's words: "If Hepburn is an angel, then there is a heaven in Parker's eyes."
I didn't care at that time. And now, I know how at the last moment he put his hand in the hands of his wife of forty-eight years, I know what that sapphire breast meant for Hepburn - we, like her, lost him for life.
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