It's a lot more than that, too. I don't mean to speak ill of the film -- in fact, North by Northwest is a epitome of craft and style. When a critic wistfully refers to a movie like The Fugitive or The Bourne Identity as "good old-fashioned entertainment," there's a good chance that this is the movie they recall. It has Cold War intrigue without gadgets or jargon; it has romance that blends in with that intrigue, rather than jogging alongside it.
Do I need to explain who Roger Thornhill is, apart from that he's played by Cary Grant? Do I need to note that, as such, Thornhill embodies the smoothest machismo possible, yet, when mistaken for an international spy, displays enough regular-guy confusion that we identify with him more than our own personal and flaccid machismo levels should ever allow? That Thornhill's courtship of mystery woman Eve Kendall (Eva Marie Saint) is enormous fun to watch -- and surprisingly sexy, for 1959? Or for whenever, come to that.
What, then, with all of this smoothness and sexiness running about, limits the film for me? It may be that, more so than almost any of the major Hitchcock thrillers, North by Northwest relies on the entanglement of action and geography more than character and psychology: Its most iconic moments are Grant dodging that famous crop-duster in the middle of nowhere, and the climactic tussle on Mount Rushmore. Even if you've seen bits of them on a dozen clip shows before watching the movie all the way through, these sequences deliver. But Grant is so winning -- so pleasureable to watch -- that the movie lacks sense of true danger. You never find yourself doubting that Grant, er, Thornhill will survive.
It's difficult to believe that Jimmy Stewart will meet an untimely end in Hitchcock's movies, too, but there's something particularly unstoppable about Cary Grant. Look at the way Thornhill orders up freshly-pressed slacks when he's hiding out in a hotel room with Eve; this is not a man who will lose his belt or his cufflinks, much less his own life.
That's part of the fun, of course -- and there is a lot of that elusive "fun" all through North by Northwest. It's just not the kind of fun that haunts you days later; you remember the trip, not the destination.
Run, Cary, run!
Run time: 136 mins
In Theaters: Saturday 26th September 1959
Box Office Worldwide: $13.3M
Distributed by: Turner Entertainment
Production compaines: Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM)
Contactmusic.com: 4 / 5
Rotten Tomatoes: 100%
IMDB: 8.5 / 10
Director: Alfred Hitchcock
Producer: Alfred Hitchcock
Screenwriter: Ernest Lehman
Starring: Cary Grant as Roger O. Thornhill, Eva Marie Saint as Eve Kendall, James Mason as Phillip Vandamm, Jessie Royce Landis as Clara Thornhill, Philip Coolidge as Dr. Cross, Doreen Lang as Maggie - Thornhill's Secretary, Josephine Hutchinson as Vandamm's Sister aka Mrs. Townsend, Leo G. Carroll as The Professor, Philip Ober as Lester Townsend, Adam Williams as Valerian, Edward Platt as Victor Larrabee, Robert Ellenstein as Licht, Martin Landau as Leonard, Les Tremayne as Auctioneer, Patrick McVey as Sergeant Flamm, Edward Binns as Captain Junket, Ken Lynch as Charley - Chicago Policeman, Nora Marlowe as Menacing housekeeper, Maudie Prickett as Hotel maid Elsie, Ned Glass as Ticket seller, Malcolm Atterbury as Man waiting for bus, Bess Flowers as Plaza Hotel lounge patron
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