Vertigo The man in the hat tails a blond who is not a blond-- slim evidence for a slender detective. Meanwhile scenery: giant sequoias, a fine art museum and that big red metaphor the Golden Gate Bridge. Familiar places grow unfamiliar: bodies wander in and out of frame in a red-velvet restaurant. In the end there is a tower-- as there must be-- in the end there is an ascent. Mission bells, a final scream-- the blond falls, no longer blond, dies a third time. Laws of gravity, laws of time, the newtonian detective confronts a post-newtonian universe Where pictures cannot lie, but do anyway, and even Death itself cannot kill bad dreams.
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