Marnie 4K 1964

I haven't seen a really beautiful love movie in a long time.

And I certainly didn't expect to see one from maestro Hitchcock.

What people lack: love and responsibility for their partner, whoever that partner may be. No drooling sentimentality, just beauty, risk-taking, vulnerability, double-acting, eagerness to get to the bottom of it.

I wouldn't want to retell the content in any aspect. I want to say that the detective and suspense here is secondary. Male nobility and selflessness are primary. We don't have enough characters like that these days.

We seem to have forgotten what a man looks like. The eye has been blinded by children in the guise of men.

The forgotten image of man in cinema is like the forgotten taste of genetically unmodified apples or tomatoes that once were.

Old Sean in the movie is not at all the ironic 007 man who can show with an eyebrow movement what the irony of the situation is. Here he's a normal guy who's interested in trying something in life, in figuring things out for himself. And here he is, figuring it out to the bitter end.

No open questions. The finale in the film is the final point in the investigation.

To anyone who misses the real taste of love.