My Rear Window obsession is spiking this week...not sure why. I think it's general Hitchcockaniamania, which is bubbling due to the arriving last day of my day job and what my brain is all jumpin up and down about creatively. I am a Hitchcock person. I am a Leo. No more "art" by "democracy." I want my paw prints on every frame.

The documentary on the DVD about the film is really pretty great, with funky ol peterbogdanovich and Curtis Hansen and the woman who played Miss Torso (Georgine Darcy, and I still have NO idea where she got that name or if it was for real or what). Then there's a separate interview with John Michael Hayes, who also wrote Man Who Knew Too Much, To Catch a Thief and The Trouble With Harry with/for Hitchcock. That interview is also really fascinating, esp. for what it leaves out. He mentions none of the acrimony and really sour way Hitchcock dumped all mentions of him in later interviews, discounted his contributions, asked him to work for nothing. Really sad, makes me feel yucky. But none of that's in the interview...