Rear Window / Constance Howes
There is a lot of gooey, effusive praise I could throw at Alfred Hitchcock, but it seems silly to state the obvious. I could repeatedly scrawl Mrs. Constance Hitchcock in cutesy cursive; découpage light switch covers with screenshots from his movies; or have his famed profile inked onto my inner thigh, and it still wouldn’t make an iota of difference: Alfred Hitchcock is the best director there ever was and quite possibly, ever will be. Not only did he direct over 50 flawless features spanning six decades and form one helluva directorial framework for future filmmakers to follow, but his very name is synonymous with obsessively-crafted camera work, manic audience mood manipulation and superlative storytelling. Rear Window , a universally acknowledged classic, is arguably the strongest film in Hitchcock’s oeuvre, since it embodies the nearest and dearest of the maker’s mark.
Rear Window (1954) was shot in a film studio construct of a Greenwich Village apartment complex. Twelve of the 32 fabricated spaces were fully furnished to look inhabited by a believable bunch of New Yorkers. The script sets the stage: The neighborhood is not a prosperous one, but neither is it poor. It is a practical, conventional dwelling place for people living on marginal incomes, luck — or hope and careful planning. Hitchcock hated filming on location; he preferred total control of lighting and weather conditions, which explains why he typically limited himself to small sets. Each of his films exist as unflappable evidence of a meticulous, professional personality. Why, the first few minutes of Rear Window alone prove Hitchcock’s trademark ability to pin-up a plot with a simple array of object clues and careful camera angling — descriptive dialogue need not apply.
So, Rear Window starts. We get a glimpse of a sweating, wheelchair bound man. His leg cast bears the epitaph: Here lie the broken bones of L. B. Jefferies . Hitchcock measures out Jeffries’ life in visual coffee spoons; a shattered flashbulb here, a telling film negative there. The camera pans over a hot-as-hell thermometer reading, a thick stack of magazines bearing the portrait of a beautiful woman, and several action-packed photographs decorating the stifling, shadowed walls of the room. Despite the appeal of Jimmy Stewart in PJs, his character isn’t the only person Hitchcock brought to show and tell. The rear windows of Jeff’s home are flung wide to reveal a colorful cast of courtyard characters. Across the way, other open spaces see Miss Torso (Georgine Darcy), a buxom, blonde dancer prancing panty-clad around her studio; a comically bedraggled couple asleep on their fire escape, presumably to beat the sweltering heat; a passionate piano player (who provides the majority of Rear Window’s realistic and resonant musical score); a bed-ridden shrew nagging her husband; a newlywed couple; and Miss Lonelyheart (Judith Evelyn), a middle-aged spinster.
It is understood that Jeff’s current obsession with his neighbors is an effort to ease broken bone boredom, but his profession — photography — also centers around a kind of voyeurism. Featuring a heavy, telephoto camera lens or “portable keyhole” as Jeffries’ leitmotif, Hitchcock provides a physical frame for the ironic endeavor of watching a film about a person who … watches people.
That’s a secret and private world you’re looking into out there. People do a lot of things in private that they couldn’t explain in public.
No other setting would have been better for Rear Window’s empathetic entertainment than a jam-packed city residence that … generally brought the neighborhood life into a sweltering intimacy. Yet, people born and bred to life within earshot and eye glance of a score of neighbors have learned to preserve their own private worlds by uniformly ignoring each other, except on direct invitation.
Stewart’s character is bored with his sedentary life and longs to be on photo expedition in Kashmir. His insurance company has provided him with sassy caretaker, Stella (Thelma Ritter) to make him sandwiches, and make us laugh, for the duration his recovery. While Jeffries is busy bearing witness from his window, he seems to mostly miss that his own struggles mirror what he’s been watching. After a few nights of window-surfing snippets of his neighbor’s lives, our temporarily handicapped hero becomes convinced that nagged husband, Lars Thorwald (Raymond Burr) has killed his invalid wife and, as Stella reasons, disarticulated her body in the bathtub. That’s the only place he could wash away the blood. Yuck. Jeff fixates on his murder mystery suspicion to sidestep marriage pressure from his socialite-cum-model gal Friday, Lisa Fremont (Grace Kelly). While it’s understandable that a murder might shake things up, it’s not as obvious why Jeff is so hesitant to lock things down with Lisa. (I mean, Jesus, it’s Grace Kelly! Has he seen her outfits?!)
Jeff: She’s just not the girl for me.
Stella: She’s only perfect.
Jeff: Too perfect. Too beautiful, too talented, too sophisticated, too everything — but what I want.
Stella: (Cautiously) Is what you want something you can discuss?
Jeff: It’s very simple. She belongs in that rarefied atmosphere of Park Avenue, expensive restaurants, and literary cocktail parties.
Stella: People with sense can belong wherever they’re put.
Jeff: Can you see her tramping around the world with a camera bum who never has more than a week’s salary in the bank? (Almost to himself) If only she was ordinary.
The smart, emotional, funny and sexually-charged conversations between Stewart and Kelly are the best of the movie. I suppose you could go and read them but spying on, I mean watching, the couple is a world of interesting. Especially since Jimmy Stewart seems more taken by the various stories playing out within his line of vision than with the hot blonde in his lap — whether she tries her double-damnedest to make out with him or not.
The last 20 minutes of Rear Window are a testament to the pulse-pounding, heart-thudding, mind-racing power of Hitchcockian movie craft. By building a mostly cerebral experience for the audience and confining all action to four comforting walls, a sudden repositioning of characters or breach of the safe environment by an outside element is akin to tossing both Linus and his blanket into a wood chipper. You know, really, super scary. Oddly enough Rear Window was only nominated for four Oscars, though it has not only stood the test of time, but remains a unique cinematic achievement worthy of repeated viewings.
Constance Howes is a book critic for Pajiba and a graphic designer living in Philadelphia. Her hobbies include making out and messing shit up. In short, she’s a firecracker. She blogs over at I Love You in the Face.
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Comments
Yes, love, love, love this movie. So hard to have chosen just one of the Hitchcock films to review here, eh?
Posted by: katy at August 30, 2007 2:57 PM
I adore Rear Window (though I do have to say that it isn't quite on par with the mind-numbing perfection of Vertigo...). It was probably one of the few Hitchcock films that I watched a second time just to get all of the subtext.
Posted by: Lori at August 30, 2007 3:26 PM
Stewart's performance in Rear Window (along w/ Vertigo and the Anthony Mann Westerns) is what marks him as perhaps our finest, most daring actor. What present-day star, especially one whose persona was built on being "the nice guy" or "the average Joe" would take not one, but two roles where the character is not just flawed, but an outright bastard? Denzel in Training Day is the closest analog.
Posted by: alone in the dark at August 30, 2007 3:34 PM
Hitchcock movies are some of my favorites. The deep, dark recesses of the human mind and the slow, but inevitable, descent to those depths made all other "thriller" movies feel like cheap carnival sideshows. There has yet to be another director willing to be patient enough to scare the bejeebers out of an audience by making them think themselves into fear. Thanks for reminding me of a movie worthy of curling up and spying (erm, watching) again. In fact, there may be a "Hitchcock Festival" in the works at my house!
Posted by: Aurora at August 30, 2007 4:04 PM
Thelma Ritter is an asset to every movie she's in, good or bad and she rocks in this one. I love Thelma Ritter.
Posted by: Andrew at August 30, 2007 4:29 PM
I will undoubtedly get booed for this--but I've always thought that Tom Hanks was the closest we have to a modern day James Stewart. Alternately funny and sincere and a very wide range of movie roles.
Rear window is my favorite Hitchcock movie. I think it's the most enjoyable to watch.
Posted by: Amber at August 30, 2007 4:33 PM
This is by far my favorite Hitchcock. I was hoping this review was coming soon.
One of part of the movie that always makes me giggle is when Jeff, Lisa and Doyle are all hanging around and warming their brandy throughout the entire scene. It cracks me up everytime. The visual of the three of them swirling and swirling and swirling for some reason just strikes me as funny. Am I the only one who thinks this or have I watched this film one too many times?
Posted by: prairiegirl at August 30, 2007 4:44 PM
I love Rear Window. My other favorite is Rope, but I'll happily any/all the Hitchcock movies.
Posted by: demondoll at August 30, 2007 4:55 PM
Not only did he direct over 50 flawless features
I sure hope you're not including Frenzy in that. Eeeesh. What a tawdry little movie.
Rear Window is my second favorite Hitchcock. First is The Trouble with Harry. When I was child I was fascinated with the universe beyond Jeff's window. I wanted to live in a neighborhood just like this, with a cozy little commons behind all the buildings. All the details in this movie are perfection--from the honeymooners in the adjoining apartment house going from horny to irritated in sixty seconds flat to the vigorous massage Thelma Ritter gives Jimmy Stewart.
Posted by: Rebecca at August 30, 2007 5:09 PM
(I mean, Jesus, it's Grace Kelly! Has he seen her outfits?!)
HAHAHA! I wanted every one of Grace Kelly's outfits when I first saw the movie, and I still do.
I actually saw this on a BIG, big screen, right after they had restored it and rereleased it in the theaters. That must have been in the 1980's or early 90's, I think. Anyway, it's really good on a big screen, as you can see into the apartments across the way much better.
Thelma Ritter could have played my grandmother if they ever made a movie of Nana's life. Love Thelma Ritter!
I also loved the really intense colors in this movie. Oversaturated. The blue eyes of the police detective. The red residual after the flash bulbs go off. And when the dog dies, Raymond Burr sitting in the dark with only the glowing end of his cigar giving him away.
Posted by: BWeaves at August 30, 2007 5:41 PM
HAHAHA! I wanted every one of Grace Kelly's outfits when I first saw the movie, and I still do.
They make me swoon.
I'll admit that I watch classic movies as much for the story as I do for the clothes.
Posted by: Jules at August 30, 2007 6:43 PM
Bweaves: I've never seen the movie, but I always assumed it was in black-and-white, not color? Is this my misperception or did you see one of those updated color versions? I hate those, by the way! I hope it's in black-and-white. I've always wanted to see it and always anticipated a b&w flick, which I have to be in a certain mood for. Let me know!
Posted by: tophat at August 30, 2007 7:25 PM
Thank you so much for this review! It's been said a couple of times already but it's absolutely my favorite Hitchcock movie. I just love it, it's perfect.
Posted by: Gaby at August 30, 2007 7:27 PM
Nope tophat, Rear Window is indeed a color film. And not colorized B&W.
Re: The brandy swirling, it always makes me laugh, too. I'm like "Just drink it already!" and when Doyle does, he spills it all over his lapels. Hee.
Posted by: june at August 30, 2007 7:49 PM
Oh Andrew, I agree with you one hundred and ten percent... Thelma Ritter worked every single role I've seen her in, she even made me cry during Pick Up on South Street.
I was the only girl (who had heard of Thelma) in my highschool who wanted to be like Thelma Ritter... I mean, was she a huge star? No, but she did get recognized and got to work with some of the finest actors of her time (Grace Kelly, Jimmy Stewart, Bette Davis, Anne Baxter, etc., etc.).
Posted by: the maljax at August 30, 2007 10:04 PM
I adore this movie. I understand why people say Vertigo is the "better" film, but for me, it's this one, by a mile. Thelma Ritter is one reason, Grace Kelly is another. Oh my, oh my -- my first and most sustained straight-girl crush was and is on Grace Kelly as Lisa Fremont.
And James Stewart is just amazing, doing almost the entire performance from a wheelchair. His panicked whispering into the phone, his reactions when Lisa is...well, you know if you've seen it, and even the gurgling struggle near the end.
Most of all, there's the pantomime -- Miss LonelyHearts, in particular, but also the couple with the dog, the dancer, and the pianist. I've never seen anything else like it.
Posted by: Louise at August 30, 2007 10:51 PM
Rear Window is arguably the best screenplay ever written.
Classic, flawlessly executed narrative construction. Every scrap of dialougue, every little subplot, all the themes of marriage and relatiohships that the neighbours' stories reflect, every characterization is perfectly formed. Brilliant!
And about Jimmy Stewart's refusal of Grace Kelly: If you can get over the fact that it's GRACE KELLY (but would you really want to?) you can see that a globe-trotting photographer would think a woman like her is more trouble than she's worth. That a marriage to her would be like that cast never coming off his leg. It's only when she demonstrates her bravery and intelligence toward the end, that Jimmy Stewart sees her true character-- but remember when she switches the magazines at the end? She may get the last laugh after all.
Posted by: Jenn at August 31, 2007 8:54 AM
Thelma Ritter was awesome. ANyone remember her as the cleaning lady for Doris Day's character in, gosh, what was that movie with Rock Hudson...
anyway. She was a comedic genius.
I really like Rear Window, but I loved Grace Kelly in To Catch A Thief with Cary Grant. The chemistry between those two... hot damn!!
Posted by: Stella at August 31, 2007 9:40 AM
Tophat: Yes, this is indeed in Flaming Technicolor! I have an old newspaper that advertised Technicolor movies as "Flaming" and I think it's hilarious. But the color in this movie is really oversaturated. This movie had to be in color, just like Psycho had to be in B&W (to not show the blood).
When the dog is killed, everyone runs out of their apartment or leans out their window to look, except for Raymond Burr who sits in the dark inside his apartment, only given away by the red glow of his cigar.
And at the end, when Raymond Burr comes to attack Jimmy Stewart, Stewart uses his flashbulbs to temporarily blind Burr, and Hitchcook makes the screen do what happens in your eye when your retina is flashed. Very cool effect of the white flash, then the red glow disappearing as your eyes come back into focus.
Posted by: BWeaves at August 31, 2007 9:45 AM
Although Vertigo is my favorite Hitchcock movie (and I, also, have a lot of love for Rope), Rear Window is great. As I mentioned on the Classic Freebies page, that first shot of Kelly, leaning in to kiss Stewart, made a huge impression on me. She is just so incredibly beautiful.
But honestly, my favorite part of this movie is Burr's line: "What do you want? Money? I haven't got any money." We realize in that moment that he's not some criminal mastermind that only our hero can see through; he's just a sort of pathetic guy who did something very bad and stupid. Not that we should feel sorry for him, but the way that single sentence, "I haven't got any money," transforms him in the audience's eyes is masterful.
Posted by: Todd at August 31, 2007 10:35 AM
LOVE this movie it's my favorite hitchcock. please continue reviewing the classics!
Posted by: eliza at August 31, 2007 4:11 PM
LOVE this movie it's my favorite hitchcock. please continue reviewing the classics!
Posted by: eliza at August 31, 2007 4:11 PM
I'd just like to thank you folks for "Classics Week." It was a fantabulous idea.
I think you should do this twice a year...I'd read more if you provided more; but I think twice a year (isn't February another traditional Hollywood-doldrums month? You could do Feb. and Aug.) would be marvelous.
It'll be a long time before you run out of material to review.
Posted by: Jerce at August 31, 2007 5:13 PM
It doesn't get much better than Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly in the same movie.
The only movie that can top this, imho, is The Philadelphia Story.
My, she was yar.
Posted by: Que Barbara at August 31, 2007 10:36 PM
Hey is that a Talented Mr. Ripley reference in the title?
Posted by: michael at September 2, 2007 2:03 AM
But of course. A la Phillip Seymour Hoffman.
Posted by: KT at September 2, 2007 11:32 AM
I was late to Hitchcock, having never seen a single one until my early 30s. But one night, instead of British comedies, my local PBS station was showing Rear Window, and instead of saying "what is this shit?" me and my family were sucked in from the first second.
We didn't have TiVo so we couldn't pause. And it was PBS so there weren't commercials. You would think it was the first time it was broadcast, because we all risked UTIs holding it until the credits rolled. We were glued to the couch, mouths ajar.
What a masterpiece this film is. Nothing can touch it. We went on to devour everything else Hitchcock did, in a phase we now affectionately call "Our Al Period." We discovered many more gems, but none can ever touch Rear Window.
Posted by: Kathy at September 2, 2007 8:59 PM
Oh as for Kelly's dresses, remember the first one she appears in? It's got a black bodice, I believe, fitted and strapless. She wears a gauzy white wrap and white short gloves. The skirt is white, but has black little stripes that don't go all the way down. A ballerina skirt. Two inch pumps. A little black clutch. Pearls.
When my then 10 year old daughter saw this film and Kelly first walked in that scene, her eyes got huge and she whispered, "Momma, why don't women still dress like THAT?"
Amen, child. She was stunning.
Posted by: Kathy at September 2, 2007 9:02 PM
This may come in too late, but NOBODY mentioned that the "piano player" was Ross Bagdasarian, AKA David Seville of "Alvin & the Chipmunks".
You will see his real name in the credits.
Posted by: Christine at September 3, 2007 10:13 AM
I hope it's OK to post links here - I read this a few weeks ago in my local paper and it blew my mind. It spells out a theory that Jimmy Stewart's character in Rear Window was actually asleep and that the entire sequence of events in the movie is nothing more than a dream. I thought you might find it interesting. It definitely made me want to go back and view the movie again. If I can ever get my three-year-old to relinquish control of the DVD player, I will do that.
http://www.bwcitypaper.com/1editorialbody.lasso?-token.folder=2007-08-09&-token.story=199715.112112&-token.subpub=
Posted by: KC at September 3, 2007 3:08 PM
KC - the dream sequence is an intriguing theory, but at the beginning, Jeff only has one broken leg and in the closing shot, both are in casts.
Posted by: dg at September 4, 2007 8:39 PM
A wonderful film. In my opinion, the best place to see it is in an old, un-airconditioned theatre during a heat wave.
Faaabulous Grace Kelly. So beautiful, with clothes designed just for her. When will the modern stars realize that they are here not to follow fashion, but to make it?
Hitchcock's best film, though, was Shadow of a Doubt (don't think so? Have you seen it?)
But there were so many other greats: Notorious, The Lady Vanishes, The 39 Steps, Vertigo, Suspicion, and so on. And I am a Frenzy defender. It is amazing, and well before its time.
Why is Hitchcock called a misogynist? This is a bad world, where bad things happen to women. But most of Hitchcock's female characters are stronger and smarter than the men in their lives.
Posted by: Janis at September 5, 2007 12:34 AM
One of my favorites. I had the sense while watching "Rear Window", that it could have been made yesterday. It is absolutely a timeless masterpiece.
Posted by: Billthemarmet at September 5, 2007 12:42 AM
Kathy, your daughter is one after my own heart! I watch a lot of of old movies and think the very same thing. I personally love the pale green outfit GK wears with the white halter-style top and again, the pearls. She was Perfection Salad! My love for "Rear Window" knows no bounds. I watched it first when I was 15 years old and I fell in love with Jimmy Stewart. Then I watched "Rope" and my love just increased tenfold. I find it interesting that several people on this thread list the two together. Awesome. Classics week rules. And, nice "Ripley" line... didn't realize "How's the peepin", Tommy?" had become a catch-phrase with anyone but me.
Posted by: genuflecked at September 5, 2007 11:55 AM
Oh, this movie is one of the best ever. The brandy swirling, the way Kelly spreads out her skirts when she sits down, the way she says "handbag" instead of purse or pocketbook and "corridor" instead of hallway, the way she unpacks her tiny bag to demonstrate that she has every intention of spending the night--and the way Jimmy Stewart's character is unfazed by only the most beautiful, elegant woman in the whole world--not to mention "Miss Lonelyhearts" and the couple sleeping on the first escape--Oh I love this movie. There is absolutely, positively not one thing wrong with it.
Posted by: Karen at September 10, 2007 10:35 PM

