MARNIE (1964)
Directed by Alfred Hitchcock.

"...this may sound provocative and even arrogant, but if you don't like Marnie, you don't really like Hitchcock. I would go further than that and say if you don't love Marnie, you don't really love cinema."
:- Robin Wood (1931-2009).
I picked Marnie as one of the films to discuss in this series because it was the first Hitchcock film I ever remember seeing as a kid. It's probably not my favourite of his films but it's the one I have the most personal connection to. But for those of us who now count ourselves in the 'Grumpy Quadrogenarian' set (as popularized by the Gore-Met's user title), we can remember watching television in the 70's, long before the advent of readily available home video machines.
(Incidentally, my first inkling of a home video recorder was from an episode of Columbo where the killer used one to set up a fake alibi - but I digress.)
But when I was a kid, there was a series of Hitchcock films playing on TV. I think they were running on the same night every week for a while and I remember watching them with my folks. I was probably about 7 years old. At that time, I was already accustomed to staying up late to watch horror films, usually after my folks had already gone to bed.
I'm not sure this type of thing would happen today but back then, it was a much more innocent time. My parents would let me stay up late to watch the likes of Hammer films, Amicus anthologies, Universal horrors and Vincent Price movies, all of which played regularly on British television in the 70’s. Most of that stuff was fairly harmless but quite often, they’d play films that were legitimately fucked up that my parents, lucky for me, had no I was watching. (Dr. Jekyll and Sister Hyde. I'm looking at you.)
But I was rarely ever disturbed or distressed by any of these films. In fact, it was the opposite. Like many of us horror fiends (and budding mass murderers), I always felt a deep kinship with the monsters on screen and was perhaps more upset by their ultimate demises than anything they perpetrated against their victims.
But Marnie was different. Even though we watched it during prime time television hours, the film fucked me up.
If you've seen it, you'd know it's definitely not the sort of thing you'd show to a 7 year old but then again, I wouldn't trade a second of the trauma it inflicted upon my young mushy brain for anything. I cherish the memories fondly because it’s unlikely a mere movie will ever be able to mangle my mind like that again.
But by this point, I was already very aware of Alfred Hitchcock. He was a household name and a cultural icon. Actually, it would be quite a few more years before I'd see Psycho for the first time but that film was notorious to me long before I saw it. Like many movie-goers of her generation, my Auntie Pat was never able to take a shower after seeing it and whenever any mention of Hitchcock came up, she would recount the terrifying trauma of the infamous shower scene.
But my first, conscious memory of Hitchcock was his cameo in Marnie. Very early in the film, he steps out of a doorway and appears in the corridor of an apartment building then turns to the camera and throws us a weird glance.
I remember my parents shouting out, "There he is! There he is!" This was the first inkling I ever had that Hitchcock made "cameos" in all his films. When my parents explained that to me, it totally blew my mind. I was completely fascinated by the concept and from then on, for the rest of that Hitchcock series, I stayed keenly glued to the television, ready to spot his brief appearances.
Directed by Alfred Hitchcock.
"...this may sound provocative and even arrogant, but if you don't like Marnie, you don't really like Hitchcock. I would go further than that and say if you don't love Marnie, you don't really love cinema."
:- Robin Wood (1931-2009).
I picked Marnie as one of the films to discuss in this series because it was the first Hitchcock film I ever remember seeing as a kid. It's probably not my favourite of his films but it's the one I have the most personal connection to. But for those of us who now count ourselves in the 'Grumpy Quadrogenarian' set (as popularized by the Gore-Met's user title), we can remember watching television in the 70's, long before the advent of readily available home video machines.
(Incidentally, my first inkling of a home video recorder was from an episode of Columbo where the killer used one to set up a fake alibi - but I digress.)
But when I was a kid, there was a series of Hitchcock films playing on TV. I think they were running on the same night every week for a while and I remember watching them with my folks. I was probably about 7 years old. At that time, I was already accustomed to staying up late to watch horror films, usually after my folks had already gone to bed.
I'm not sure this type of thing would happen today but back then, it was a much more innocent time. My parents would let me stay up late to watch the likes of Hammer films, Amicus anthologies, Universal horrors and Vincent Price movies, all of which played regularly on British television in the 70’s. Most of that stuff was fairly harmless but quite often, they’d play films that were legitimately fucked up that my parents, lucky for me, had no I was watching. (Dr. Jekyll and Sister Hyde. I'm looking at you.)
But I was rarely ever disturbed or distressed by any of these films. In fact, it was the opposite. Like many of us horror fiends (and budding mass murderers), I always felt a deep kinship with the monsters on screen and was perhaps more upset by their ultimate demises than anything they perpetrated against their victims.
But Marnie was different. Even though we watched it during prime time television hours, the film fucked me up.
If you've seen it, you'd know it's definitely not the sort of thing you'd show to a 7 year old but then again, I wouldn't trade a second of the trauma it inflicted upon my young mushy brain for anything. I cherish the memories fondly because it’s unlikely a mere movie will ever be able to mangle my mind like that again.
But by this point, I was already very aware of Alfred Hitchcock. He was a household name and a cultural icon. Actually, it would be quite a few more years before I'd see Psycho for the first time but that film was notorious to me long before I saw it. Like many movie-goers of her generation, my Auntie Pat was never able to take a shower after seeing it and whenever any mention of Hitchcock came up, she would recount the terrifying trauma of the infamous shower scene.
But my first, conscious memory of Hitchcock was his cameo in Marnie. Very early in the film, he steps out of a doorway and appears in the corridor of an apartment building then turns to the camera and throws us a weird glance.
I remember my parents shouting out, "There he is! There he is!" This was the first inkling I ever had that Hitchcock made "cameos" in all his films. When my parents explained that to me, it totally blew my mind. I was completely fascinated by the concept and from then on, for the rest of that Hitchcock series, I stayed keenly glued to the television, ready to spot his brief appearances.









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