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Retro Movie Review: The Philadelphia Story (1940)

The Philadelphia Story opens with one of the great silent gags in American film. Cary Grant, playing the newly ex-husband of Katharine Hepburn, storms out of their house carrying golf clubs while she trails behind hurling his belongings after him. She snaps one of his clubs over her knee. He responds by putting his open palm flat against her face and shoving her, hard, backward through the front door. Not a word is spoken. The whole marriage, its wreckage, and roughly forty percent of the movie’s argument about who these two people are to each other, plays out in about fifteen seconds before the title card even finishes.

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Retro Movie Review: Rear Window (1954)

Rear Window (1954) — Directed by Alfred Hitchcock. Starring James Stewart, Grace Kelly, Thelma Ritter, Wendell Corey, Raymond Burr. 112 minutes. Rated PG.

Alfred Hitchcock made films that asked you to be uncomfortable with yourself, and Rear Window is the most honest of them all about why. There is no monster in this film, no thunderstorm, no castle on a hill. There is only a window, a courtyard, a man in a wheelchair, and the oldest of human impulses: the need to watch other people without being watched back. By the time the film is over, Hitchcock has made you complicit in that impulse and then made you answer for it. That is the genius.

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Retro Movie Review: The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962)

The street is quiet in the uneasy way only a frontier town can be. Lamps glow faintly through the windows of Shinbone’s storefronts, and the townspeople line the boardwalk in tense silence. In the center of the dirt street stands a thin young lawyer clutching a revolver he barely knows how to use. Across from him, lounging with casual cruelty, is a man who lives for moments like this. Liberty Valance flicks his whip against his boot and smiles. The lawyer’s hands tremble. Someone whispers a prayer. Then the gunfire cracks through the night, echoing down the empty street as a legend is born.

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