Blogging By Cinema-light: Don't Make a Scene: Rear Window (1954)

The Story: One thing people always asked Alfred Hitchcock about his movies: "Why didn't they just go to the police?"

"Because it's boring" was his usual answer.

Every so often, Hitchcock would prove that point by having his people go to the police (when they weren't having to avoid them) such as what happens in Rear Window, one of Hitchcock's masterpieces.

In this movie, it's a matter of convenience: photographer L.B. Jeffries can't go to the police because he's laid up in his New York apartment with a broken leg—presumably an on-the-job accident—the very same reason he started to peer out his rear window upon his neighbors and began to suspect that one of them—a traveling salesman named Thorvald—had killed his invalid wife. He has a buddy on the force and that buddy has just left "Jeff" and his girl-friend/fashion-plate Lisa, with perfectly reasonable explanations that have put the kibosh on the inactive photographer's over-active imagination.

And they've watched when one of the neighbors—all of whom he's given churlish impertinent names to—"Miss Lonelyhearts," has fended off an attack from a would-be suitor, kicked him out of her basement flat and collapsed onto her couch in humiliated despair.

Time for some good Catholic guilt, some shame, and a re-appraisal of their actions. Hitchcock was a Catholic and he knew how much "fun" that was, so he doesn't dwell on it for too long.

But, a moral readjustment does need to be made. What Lisa and Jeff have been doing is creepy, no matter how they got into it and how hard it would be to avoid it with that VistaVision courtyard view of his. And for Lisa, the "Miss Lonelyhearts" episode reminds her of her own fruitless pursuit of Jeff, who is a selfish male and (let's face it) insane not to want to marry her. It's a reminder that they're not playing games here. These are real human beings they're amusing themselves with, watching their antics and suspecting...or wishing...the worst.

And then...after a momentary sexual tease...Hitchcock will double-down on that remorse and rather nakedly dwell on it for an extended period of time. For the watchers—and there are two sets of them—it provokes multiple reactions. For the observers inside the movie it will evoke momentary curiosity, alarm, even empathy. For the movie audience, it might provoke disdain for the director's emotional manipulation, or the feeling that the movie is momentarily directing its gaze at us and judging us.* We might even think that the director is wasting his screen-time showing it.

But, he's not. He's merely set-up his pay-off and does so in a way that's purely visual...purely (as Hitchcock would say it) "cinemah." And, so, after the level-headed police have briefly derailed the movie's train of dark thoughts...that shot of a glowing cigar in the dark puts the movie back on its track of suspicion, pathology and suspense. Hitchcock uses one of those bothersome reality-checks ("the Plausibles") to jump-start the movie to its thrilling conclusion.

Diabolical. And damned clever.

The Set-up: In a New York apartment lie "the broken bones of L.B. Jeffries" (James Stewart), photographer by trade, voyeur by habit. Not exactly a man of action, more of a man watching action. So, while he's laid up with a broken leg from a work-related accident, he has taken to watching out his window at his neighbors and become acquainted with their normal day-to-day. But, "normal" is not the word one would use for one of them, Lars Thorvald (Raymond Burr). He's a traveling salesman with an invalid wife, except she's gone missing. It's become something of an obsession for Jeffries, to the point where he's informed his girlfriend, Lisa Fremont (Grace Kelly) and his sports therapist, Stella (Thelma Ritter), who have suggested that he contact the police. An investigation has begun led by Jeffries' friend on the force, detective Tom Doyle (Wendell Corey), who has given a report that there's nothing to be concerned about (except for maybe the fact that Lisa is planning to spend the night with Jeffries to enjoy the sights...

Action...

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - MEDIUM SHOT

Lisa turns away from Jeff's chair to get a cigarette from the table. She lights it, as Jeff turns his chair back to the room.

JEFF Ya know...As much as I hate to give Thomas J. Doyle too much credit,

JEFF he might have gotten a hold of something when he said this was pretty private stuff going on out there.

He indicates the outside neighborhood with a movement of his head. She doesn't answer, but studies the photographs on the wall of his room.

JEFF Do you suppose it's ethical to watch a man with binoculars, and a long-focus lens -- ~~until you can see the freckles on the back of his neck, and almost read his mail~~ --

JEFF do you suppose it's ethical even if you prove he didn't commit a crime?

LISA I'm not much on rear window ethics.

JEFF Of course, they have the same chance. They can look at me like a bug under glass, if they want to.

LISA (Turns to him) Jeff -- if anybody walked in here, I don't think they'd believe what they see.

JEFF Huh?

LISA You and me with long faces -- plunged into despair --

LISA because we find out that a man didn't kill his wife.

LISA We're two of the most frightening ghouls I've ever known.

Jeff starts to smile at the realization.

LISA You'd think we could be a little bit happy that the poor woman is alive and well.

Jeff smile is broad, and he starts to chuckle.

She relaxes and joins him. She sits on his lap, her arms around his shoulders.

LISA Whatever happened to that old saying "Love Thy Neighbor."

JEFF Hmmm, you know, I think I'll start reviving it tomorrow,

JEFF ~~with say -- Miss Torso for a start?~~ Yeah. Yeah, I'll begin with Miss Torso.

She gets up, goes to the blinds, and proceeds to lower them one by one.

LISA (As she get up) Not if I have to move into an apartment across the ~~courtyard~~ way...

LISA and do the dance of the seven veils once an hour.

LISA (As she lowers the blinds) Show's over for tonight.

He smiles. She goes to the table,

picks up the overnight case.

LISA Preview -- of the coming attractions.

She goes to the kitchen entrance, pauses.

LISA Did Mr. Doyle think I stole this case?

JEFF (Mock seriousness) No, Lisa -- I don't think he did.

She shrugs,

goes into the kitchen, the CAMERA PANNING her.

LAP DISSOLVE TO:

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - SEMI-CLOSEUP

Jeff is sitting on the wheelchair near the bar, a drink in his hand.

He starts to take a sip from the glass,

when Lisa comes out of the kitchen.

She is an ethereal beauty, in sheer peach nightgown, covered by a gossamer matching kimono.

She turns gracefully in front of Jeff. He lowers his drink.

LISA (Softly) What do you think?

Jeff puts his drink on the bar. He tries to decide how to answer her question. He can't.

JEFF Well...uh...

LISA I'll rephrase the question.

JEFF Thank you.

Lisa holds out the folds of her kimono.

LISA Do you like it?

JEFF (Studying it) Well, -- if there was one less thread this way -- (motions horizontally) -- and two less that way -- (Motions vertically) -- I might give up bachelorhood.

~~Lisa turns playfully toward the kitchen.~~

LISA I'll be right back.

JEFF Yes...I like it!

LISA Wel...-

Blood-curdling scream from the courtyard outside suddenly cuts through the night.

Startled, both Jeff and Lisa move quickly for the window --

Lisa lifting the blinds up.

The long scream subsides into near-hysterical sobbing.

MR. SIFFLEUSE What's the matter?

EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT - LONG SHOT

We get a high comprehensive view of all the apartments. Light are going on in some windows, shades are lifted on others, people are beginning to lean out looking for the source of the scream and sobbing.

The song-writer's party comes to a sudden halt, as his guest crowd to the window.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

Lisa and Jeff at the window, looking out, startled.

VOICE: Somebody hurt?

VOICE: It's the dog! Something's...

VOICE: ...happened to the dog!

SEMI-LONG SHOT

The landlord, beneath the newlyweds, looks out. Tilting his head up toward the center of the yard.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

A couple comes out on the high balcony to the right. Look down. MEDIUM SHOT

The newlywed's blinds come up, and for the first time we see both of them at the window,

the girl looking over the boy's shoulder.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

Some members of the song-writer's party move out to the patio- balcony, to get a better look down in the yard.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

The bird woman comes to the window. Her white face looks forward toward the center of the courtyard.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

Miss Torso, pulling a robe around her,

comes out onto her porch, and looks to her left.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

Miss Hearing aid comes quickly into her backyard.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

The couple who own the dog are standing on their fire escape. They are both looking down, but while the husband is quiet, the wife is holding her hands to the side of her head, sobbing loudly.

We have heard her sobbing since the moment of the scream which she uttered.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

Lying near the sidewalk in the backyard below the couple's fire escape, is the silent body of the little dog they own.

Miss Lonely Hearts comes running out of the basement door.

She goes directly to the dog, picks it up in her arms.

Then she slowly turns and looks up at the sobbing woman above her.

LONELY HEARTS (Her voice clear) It's dead! It's been strangled and the neck is broken!

SEMI-LONG SHOT

Instead of increasing her sobbing, this news quiets, momentarily, the woman who owned the dog.

Her hands go down to the railing of the fire escape, gripping it fiercely.

She lifts her face to the neighborhood, her lips set and her eyes burning. Her chest moves convulsively from the crying.

MRS. SIFFLEUSE Which one of you did it? (Loud) Which one of you killed my dog?

MRS. SIFFLEUSE (No one answers; her voice is acid) You don't know the meaning of the word "neighbor".

MRS. SIFFLEUSE Neighbors like each other --

MRS. SIFFLEUSE speak to each other --

MRS. SIFFLEUSE care if anybody lives or dies.

MRS. SIFFLEUSE But none of you do!

~~You don't talk, you don't help, you -- you don't --- (Fighting tears) Even see~~.

MRS. SIFFLEUSE But I couldn't imagine any of you being so low that you'd kill a little helpless, friendly dog!

MRS. SIFFLEUSE The only thing in this whole neighborhood who liked anybody!

SEMI-LONG SHOT

The guests at the song-writer's party begin to move silently back to the studio apartment.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

The people move off their balcony into the apartment.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

The woman almost screams at the people now, as she looks up at the apartment.

MRS. SIFFLEUSE Did you kill him because he...

MRS. SIFFLEUSE ...liked you? Just because he liked you?

She breaks out sobbing anew, and returns to her apartment and out of sight, the crying growing fainter with her retreat.

The husband leans over the fire-escape, and motions Miss Lonely Hearts to place the dog in the basket, which is already lowered.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

Miss Lonely Hearts puts the dog in the basket, and watches as the husband draws it slowly up.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

The bathing beauties go inside their apartment.

MEDIUM SHOT

The newlyweds draw their shades again.

MEDIUM SHOT

The landlord moves away from the window.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

The dog moves closer to the fire escape, slowly, the husband pulling the rope in hand over hand.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

Miss Torso goes back to her apartment.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

Miss Hearing Aid turns down the volume of her hearing aid and goes back to her apartment.

SEMI-LONG SHOT

The dog reaches the fire escape, and the husband tenderly takes it out of the basket.

He turns to carry it's body into the apartment.

INT. JEFF'S APARTMENT - NIGHT MEDIUM SHOT

Jeff and Lisa are at the window. He is holding on of hands. Jeff speaks without looking up.

JEFF (Ya know) For a minute, Doyle almost had me convinced I was wrong.

LISA But you're not?

JEFF Look.

JEFF In the whole courtyard,

JEFF only one person didn't come to the window.

JEFF Look.

(He points)

EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT - SEMI-LONG SHOT

Thorwald's apartment. It is dark.

The only light that can be seen in it is the glowing end of a cigar in the center of the room, back from the window -- as if Thorwald was sitting quietly on his sofa, smoking.