Sunday, June 9, 2024

Don't Make a Scene: North by Northwest

The Story:
Here's another of those "Classic Scenes" as published in Premiere Magazine. It's from what writer Ernest Lehman called "the ultimate Hitchcock picture," North by Northwest, playing on the same "wrong man/mistaken identity" angle that Hitchcock had been playing around with for decades, both in his movies here and abroad.
 
There is inevitably the romantic complication, which also inevitably leads to the love scene. But, only to a point...
 
Now, I could make a joke about how Hitchcock stages these things, but Hitchcock would have made a remark saying it was "impertinent" while secretly smiling at it. Hitch loved dirty jokes.
 
Hitchcock was the Master of Suspense, and, for him, that even applied to his love scenes. "Sex on the screen should be suspenseful," he said, and he would push the tension—the sexual tension—as far as the censors would let him (bearing in mind this was 1958).

As Hitchcock was as much a voyeur as his audience, he would play his love scenes close and with complications. He had, Notorious-ly, staged "The longest screen kiss" between Grant and Ingrid Bergman that lasted whole minutes on the screen, making the camera—and us—a third wheel in their love-making around an apartment setting, and then there was that moment where he set-up Grace Kelly's unexpectedly aggressive kiss in To Catch a Thief.

Here, things are just as complicated: the setting is small (a train compartment), supposedly moving (although the shots are rock-steady), and it's a wide-screen format—Vistavision!—that must somehow contain the 6 foot Grant and the 5'4" Eva Marie Saint at a level smooching angle. It's an odd acrobatic-looking scene—sometimes he's dominant in the scene and sometimes she is, as they roll along the compartment wall while still on their feet—suggesting nothing so much as changing positions and awkwardness, and full of double entendres and leering PG innuendo.
 
And why the hands touching the hair? Probably it was a censorship note suggesting that—since the shots are consistently from the shoulders up—we see the participants hands, lest there be some implied off-screen hanky-panky. It also sets up a nifty call-back later in the film at another meeting between Roger Thornhill and Eve Kendall, where, as she genuinely hugs him, his suspicions of her betrays him as his arms hang in the air, doubtful of whether to fully embrace her.
The movie is 64 years old, so the statute of limitations on SPOILERS has elapsed, but—just in case you haven't seen it, I won't give anything away. This love scene plays out absent of information we'll know later. It's enough to know that she's the woman who knows too much and he's the man who doesn't have a clue—and has to get himself out of it.

And, of course, all the talk and the touching and situation leads one—us and Grant—to think that these two strangers on a train (Hitchcock cut the line containing the title of one of his movies) are going to sleep together. The verbal punch-line of the scene is that it's not going to happen. The visual punch-line is that Eve knows more than she's letting on.

And although he's safely hidden in her cabin, his problems are far from over.

The Set-Up: Roger O. Thornhill (Cary Grant), Madison Avenue Executive, has been been mistaken by a spy ring as George Kaplan, American spy. He's nearly been killed twice in this case of "mistaken identity," force-fed bourbon and intended to be tossed off a mountain road, and then, almost knifed at the U.N.a move that, instead, kills an innocent diplomat, an assassination that Thornhill is accused of. Running from the police...and the spies, he boards the 20th Century train for Chicago, where he meets a mysterious woman, Eve Kendall (Eva Marie Saint), who seems to know all about him, and who offers her compartment to hide him from investigating detectives.   
 
It doesn't occur to Thornhill that this all seems a little too convenient, but then Eve keeps him preoccupied with a seduction that seems to be going somewhere, except that the train doesn't seem to be approaching a tunnel anytime soon.
 
Action.
 
 
North By Northwest Chgs. 9-15-58
 
EVE
How do I know you aren't a murderer?
THORNHILL
(to her neck) You don't. 
EVE
Maybe you're planning to murder me, 
EVE
...
right here, tonight.
THORNHILL
(working on her ear) Shall I? 
EVE
(whispers) Yes...please do... 
This time her hands do help him, 
and it is a long kiss indeed. 
THORNHILL What's happening to us? 
EVE
We're just strangers on a train
THORNHILL
Beats flying, doesn't it? 
EVE
We should stop. 
THORNHILL
(continuing) Immediately. 
EVE
I ought to know more about you.
THORNHILL
What more could you know?
THORNHILL
(kissing her) The rest is unimportant
EVE
You're an advertising man, that's all I know.
THORNHILL
That's right.
THORNHILL Mmm.
The train's a little unsteady.
EVE
Who isn't?
THORNILL
Well, what else do you know?
EVE
You've got taste in clothes...
EVE
...
taste in food 
THORNHILL
Taste in women. 
(tasting her) 
THORNHILL
I like your flavor. 
EVE
And you're very clever with Words. 
EVE
You can probably make them do anything for you...
EVE
sell people things they don't need...
EVE
make women who don't know you fall 1n love with you... 
THORNHILL
I'm beginning to think I'm underpaid. 
And then they come together slowly in a long kiss... 
...that might never have ended if the 
DOOR BUZZER hadn't SOUNDED. 
DOOR BUZZER sounds again...
They break apart, look towards the door. 
THORNHILL Look out.
Thornhill quickly steps inside the lavatory... 
...and closes the door,
as Eve snaps on the overhead lights, 
goes to the other door, unlocks it and opens it. 
A PORTER is standing there. 
EVE
(for Thornhill's ears) Oh - the porter. I suppose you want to make up my bed
EVE
Don't bother with the washroom.
PORTER
(entering) Yes, ma'am. Thank you.
EVE
(holding up the key) Oh, by the way, Is this yours? I found it on the floor. Does this belong to you?
PORTER
Why yes, ma'am. 
PORTER
I've been looking all over for it. 
As the porter opens a lower berth and starts making up the bed, Eve takes up her handbag and says, for Thornhill's benefit. 
EVE
I'll wait outside.
PORTER Thank you.
She starts to open her handbag as she goes out to the corridor. 
INT. LAVATORY 
Thornhill is looking at his face in the mirror and feeling his chin. 
He looks around at Eve's toiletries, 
sees a tiny ladies' safety razor and a tiny shaving brush. 
He picks the razor up 
and looks from it to himself in the mirror with blank expression. He gives a casual half turn as he HEARS the VOICES of Eve and the porter. 
EVE'S VOICE
Thank you, porter. 
PORTER'S VOICE
Thank you, ma'am. Good night now. 
EVE'S VOICE
Good night.
Then he HEARS the compartment door being closed and locked, and a KNOCK on the lavatory door. 
EVE'S VOICE
Come out, come out, 
EVE'S VOICE
wherever you are. 
Thornhill opens the door and steps out. 
INT. DRAWING ROOM 
EVE
(by way or explanat1on) The porter... · 
THORNHILL
(noticing the open bed) Uh huh... So I see.
(he snaps off the overhead lights) 
THORNHILL
Now... 
THORNHILL
...where were we? 
EVE
(moving close) Here? 
THORNHILL
(holding her) Ah, yes
THORNHILL
(murmurs) I see he Nice of him to have opened the bed. 
EVE Yes... 
THORNHILL
Only one bed. 
EVE
Yes... 
THORNHILL
I think its a good omen. Don't you?
EVE
(sighs) Wonderful. 
THORNHILL
Know what it means? 
EVE
(dreamily) Mmm. 
THORNHILL
(softly) Go on. Tell me. 
EVE
It means...that you... 
(she looks up at him) 
EVE ...are going to sleep on the floor...
 
Words by Ernest Lehman
 
 
North By Northwest is available on DVD and Blu-Ray from M-G-M Home Video.


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