A Month of "Vertigo," The Final Chapter

<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">by The Lady Eve</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge6XJQvDzJ_mQUq1AaToFJNSqPGXggVIXddj4xIgJSDv6M2GxhlEXqkEO1Hf0SqeZRkru1hPGKOdZjzz6Vn58KbF5jmKAPVDfqoX6nNy1iSjlXPRmwcDl7Uc3IP66pmwzu4v-VP96YqvR1/s1600/rooftop+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge6XJQvDzJ_mQUq1AaToFJNSqPGXggVIXddj4xIgJSDv6M2GxhlEXqkEO1Hf0SqeZRkru1hPGKOdZjzz6Vn58KbF5jmKAPVDfqoX6nNy1iSjlXPRmwcDl7Uc3IP66pmwzu4v-VP96YqvR1/s1600/rooftop+4.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: small;">It was 1948<i> </i>in post-war France<i> </i>when mystery writers Pierre Boileau and Thomas Narcejac met for the first time at an awards ceremony for the <i>Prix du Roman d'Aventures</i>, a literary award for crime fiction. Narcejac received the prize that year and Boileau had taken the honor ten years earlier; in another two years they would become writing partners. Together the pair forged their own approach to the French mystery novel, placing new emphasis on character and suspense.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today their work is considered a hybrid of two genres: the traditional whodunit and <i>le roman noir</i> (thriller). <i>Le roman noir </i>of that era was influenced by crime writers like Hammett and novelists of the naturalist school like Emile Zola<i>, </i>but Boileau and Narcejac were more inspired by the likes of Edgar Allen Poe. </span><span style="font-size: small;">What most post-war French crime fiction did have in common was a dark vein of fatalism and, according to Michel Lebrun, another genre writer, Boileau-Narcejac’s work was marked by such persistent gloom that “...the hero, for them, should never wake up from his nightmare.”</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"></span><br /><a name='more'></a><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyyY5jQZia52HQnhPGb_HDu-rohFoK7RABqT1iz-rLw4BMUd8Chy2nwCAZw0x146hajGylYBoZ88ghOxvTPE82RV4S6OCpocBTCGI1rnmTQsnzihxAHf4gFqoLbxPGMMYiERYfrZpGo0j/s1600/les+diaboliques+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyyY5jQZia52HQnhPGb_HDu-rohFoK7RABqT1iz-rLw4BMUd8Chy2nwCAZw0x146hajGylYBoZ88ghOxvTPE82RV4S6OCpocBTCGI1rnmTQsnzihxAHf4gFqoLbxPGMMYiERYfrZpGo0j/s320/les+diaboliques+3.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Les Diaboliques</i> (1955)</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;">Their first novel was not immediately published, but their second, <i>Celle qui n'était plus</i>, was adapted to film by director Henri-Georges Clouzot. Re-titled <i>Les Diaboliques</i> and released in 1955, it became a suspense classic. The writing duo’s next book, <i>D’entre les morts</i> (<i>From Among the Dead</i>), appeared the same year. A moody psychological thriller, it tells the story of former police detective Roger Flavieres who agrees to help shipping magnate Paul Gevigne, a one-time college friend, by keeping an eye on the man's unstable wife Madeleine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Flavieres is a disaffected loner living in Paris at the outset of World War II. He broods endlessly, roams empty streets at night and listens to war reports on the wireless. He loathes Gevigne, envies him, and soon covets his elegant, morose wife to the point of fixation. Flavieres first meets Madeleine when he rescues her from a leap into the Seine. They form an off-balance alliance; he is bewitched by her and she calls him “my poor friend.” When one day she takes him to a remote church with a high tower and disappears up into the belfry, Flavieres is unable to follow. His detested lifelong acrophobia has paralyzed him on the steps. And then, through a window, he sees Madeleine’s body plummet to the ground. Before he flees the scene he laments, “Poor little Eurydice! She would never come back from the nothingness into which she had plunged.” Flavieres will next vanish into the war and out of the country, telling no one, not even Gevigne, what he has witnessed. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This scenario would be re-envisioned and brought to life on film a few years later:</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GnpZN2HQ3OQ" width="560"></iframe></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">Paramount Pictures bought the rights to <i>D'entre les morts</i> for Alfred Hitchcock not long after it was published. The film went into production in 1957, a significant point in the director's career.</span><br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pWZxGpyw4_uZ0mI956sHNyjELjLyS47ju7nCb-slcWb5JaJ45AMwi0T81bnVxOCoENXqgecpU3ybkuKC5UHIG9AvjGvFC8GrjzFTcrrrvCEN0DkNJoYvB7ygkBjm6wNNr7TQ9FQBib7Q/s1600/Dial+M+For+Murder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pWZxGpyw4_uZ0mI956sHNyjELjLyS47ju7nCb-slcWb5JaJ45AMwi0T81bnVxOCoENXqgecpU3ybkuKC5UHIG9AvjGvFC8GrjzFTcrrrvCEN0DkNJoYvB7ygkBjm6wNNr7TQ9FQBib7Q/s320/Dial+M+For+Murder.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Dial M for Murder </i>(1953)</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;">Though<i> </i>Hitchcock's last three films of the 1940s had failed to attract audiences, he began the 1950s with a series of box office successes for Warner Bros. that reestablished his reputation.</span><i> Stage Fright</i> (1950) was respectably popular, <i>Strangers on a Train</i> (1951) was a rousing hit and <i>I Confess</i> (1952) achieved modest success. In 1953, Hitchcock unearthed his muse Grace Kelly and cast her for the first time - in <i>Dial M for Murder</i> (and 3-D). It was very popular. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In 1954 Lew Wasserman brokered a deal between Hitchcock and Paramount that virtually opened the skies<b> </b>for the director. He would be able to work independently, be granted production budgets far more robust than he'd known at Warners, and would own those films he both produced and directed. The films Hitchcock made for Paramount during the '50s comprise an oeuvre within his oeuvre: <i>Rear Window </i>(1954), <i>To Catch a Thief</i> (1955), <i>The Trouble with Harry</i> (1955), <i>The Man Who Knew Too Much</i> (1956) and <i>Vertigo</i> (1958). <i>North by Northwest</i> (1959) is also part of this collection though it was made for MGM.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtAl7QHrcT5-pZCPJxoWZRnk85UVp3YxKvIb75Gi_nZ_W29R7XBsKSpjBIeMlRX1F6srwQOHcx5oz8NXbGw-D-rX3MNCAXYTew0Xt-b5k0o7v6hugchpZM51YKXabW_l-0A4WS9X2XoZ5x/s1600/the+man+who+knew+too+much.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtAl7QHrcT5-pZCPJxoWZRnk85UVp3YxKvIb75Gi_nZ_W29R7XBsKSpjBIeMlRX1F6srwQOHcx5oz8NXbGw-D-rX3MNCAXYTew0Xt-b5k0o7v6hugchpZM51YKXabW_l-0A4WS9X2XoZ5x/s320/the+man+who+knew+too+much.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The Man Who Knew Too Much </i>(1956)</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;">Granted free rein and big budgets, Hitchcock was able to operate both autonomously and lavishly. He was able to attract top stars as well as handpick his creative and technical team. Involved in most or all of these films were cinematographer Robert Burks, film editor George Tomasini, associate producer Herbert Coleman, </span><span style="font-size: small;">composer Bernard Herrmann</span><span style="font-size: small;"> and </span><span style="font-size: small;">costume designer Edith Head. </span><span style="font-size: small;">On <i>Vertigo</i>, legendary title sequence designer Saul Bass began the first of three collaborations with Hitchcock. </span><span style="font-size: small;">All of the Paramount films were shot in Technicolor and, beginning with <i>To Catch a Thief</i>, all were filmed in the VistaVision wide-screen format. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIqk0Kd1rwOMQeTnwy17L8sHqgLI1Ql2yS5bti5s-t1ZZvDiI529pp2F8Kw9zvKLpz0TnJFB2Ew9aLk_ArUeMy6QZvjx2Ob0KYXhcx_hX9opEKKpScPjoxe_MYTPdZ7XqHntKMX6F_vofS/s1600/hitchcock+with+truffaut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIqk0Kd1rwOMQeTnwy17L8sHqgLI1Ql2yS5bti5s-t1ZZvDiI529pp2F8Kw9zvKLpz0TnJFB2Ew9aLk_ArUeMy6QZvjx2Ob0KYXhcx_hX9opEKKpScPjoxe_MYTPdZ7XqHntKMX6F_vofS/s320/hitchcock+with+truffaut.jpg" width="246" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alfred Hitchcock and Francois Truffaut</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;">There was more. In 1955 <i>Alfred Hitchcock Presents </i>debuted on American television. Hitchcock became a popular TV personality as the series host who opened and closed each episode with dry wit and macabre humor. The series would run until 1962 and help to make him a wealthy man.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> At the same time, Hitchcock’s reputation as a serious filmmaker was gaining momentum. In the summer of 1956 a month-long Hitchcock retrospective was held at the esteemed <i>Cinemath</i></span><i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">èque Fran</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">ç</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">aise</i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> in Paris, and in September the influential French film journal <i>Cahiers du Cin</i></span><i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">éma</i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> devoted an entire issue to his work. In France during the 1950s, the cinema of Alfred Hitchcock became a subject of deep and lengthy discussion. Eventually, the French view would make its way around the world.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And so it was that Alfred Hitchcock embarked on the film adaptation of <i>D'entre les morts </i>just as he arrived at the pinnacle of his career.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In 1940 Hitchcock had battled producer David O. Selznick for creative control on the 'picturization' of <i>Rebecca</i>. When he adapted Patricia Highsmith's <i>Strangers on a Train</i> to the screen in 1951 it was under a tight Warner Bros. budget. Regardless of power struggles and financial constraints both films became classics on the strength of Hitchcock's mastery of his medium. By the time he began the film he would christen <i>Vertigo</i>, Hitchcock had reached full maturity as an artist and possessed the resources and the control to conjure a wide-screen Technicolor dreamscape; a very personal expression of timeless themes.</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">Familiar motifs surface in <i>Vertigo</i> - voyeurism, the lure of an exquisite blonde, a man wrongly accused. And though its plot is set in motion by a mystery and laced with tension, <i>Vertigo </i>was never intended to be a thriller or tale of suspense. Instead, Hitchcock conceived a meditation on desire and illusion, obsession and loss. Rather than "putting the audience through" nerve-jangling terror, he sweeps the viewer into an emotional tailspin.</span><br /><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ko9QYkIFezs" width="560"></iframe></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div></div></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Boileau-Narcejac's well-honed "suspense narrative" would provide the springboard for Hitchcock's imagination...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh52uVuchgoSD1-DF3AoY095lx65sfahAf8_ijIZ97HKskFhUJLOwMpwF45DRHLsVb-8yUaz40s1Oo8_kqr9ogQWmN_yGlulx9097norqtHDW0yBzd2agEej9blJYI6UoVDH6affVOh5NP-/s1600/Narcejac+Hitch+and+Boileau+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh52uVuchgoSD1-DF3AoY095lx65sfahAf8_ijIZ97HKskFhUJLOwMpwF45DRHLsVb-8yUaz40s1Oo8_kqr9ogQWmN_yGlulx9097norqtHDW0yBzd2agEej9blJYI6UoVDH6affVOh5NP-/s320/Narcejac+Hitch+and+Boileau+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thomas Narcejac, Alfred Hitchcock and Pierre Boileau</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When Roger Flavieres returned to Paris after the war, he found that Gevigne had been killed in an air raid as he fled the police scrutiny that followed his wife's death. Even Madeleine's grave was blitzkrieged into oblivion. Despondent, Flavieres muses that when Madeleine plunged to her death, he died with her.  Then one day in a movie house he spies a woman in a newsreel who closely resembles her. He manages to locate this woman - Renee Solange, the mistress of a Marseille black marketeer. Flavieres, who has begun drinking steadily and is slowly losing his grip, pursues the woman and despite her denials, tries to bully her into admitting she is Madeleine. He manages to lure Renee away from her lover and then begins making her over in the image of Madeleine. Finally, distraught by Flavieres' incessant badgering, Renee breaks down. She insists she is not Madeleine but confesses she did impersonate her as part of a plot by her lover, Gevigne, to kill his wife for her money. Gevigne had relied on his old friend's well-known acrophobia when he chose Flavieres to be the dupe. But Flavieres had failed to play his part as witness to suicide and the scheme was ruined. Unhinged by her revelation and filled with rage as well as liquor, Flavieres strangles Renee to death. As the police are about to lead him away in handcuffs, he kisses Renee's forehead and whispers that he will wait for her.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span> <br /><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";"><span id="goog_254110101"></span><span id="goog_254110102"></span><span id="goog_254110104"></span><span id="goog_254110105"></span>Keeping the novel's essential elements, its basic structure and plot, themes of obsession and destruction, the vague outlines of its principal characters, Hitchcock would re-imagine <i>D'entre les morts</i>. He would shape from it an allegory of aesthetically and technically meticulous images and sounds and with allusions to ancient myth, Medieval legend, 19th century philosophy and modern psychology. And he would endow Boileau-Narcejac's desolate tale with a romantic heart and an eternal soul.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">In transforming a genre piece into an enduring masterpiece, Hitchcock would also create a fascinating portrait of his own inner landscape; a work of art will always reveal the artist.  At the same time, much of <i>Vertigo</i>'s allure stems from its looking-glass effect upon the viewer. French New Wave icon Jean-Luc Godard, one of Hitchcock's great champions at </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>Cahiers du Cin</i></span><i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">éma</i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">, could have been contemplating <i>Vertigo</i> when he observed, "Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self."</span></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit9e-Vjttcjz0u3clrMOAFRB_6trWax0atNXziYOeipMDV0zpxgvd5Z8RnpGZ8mApfS4EP2zb-ptOqTMFaMIFW4u6qbJwXGr-389cl7krU0wM7YwfeiTdrMhd-b0dL-0tYg4bjy8VzWnFl/s1600/the+end+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit9e-Vjttcjz0u3clrMOAFRB_6trWax0atNXziYOeipMDV0zpxgvd5Z8RnpGZ8mApfS4EP2zb-ptOqTMFaMIFW4u6qbJwXGr-389cl7krU0wM7YwfeiTdrMhd-b0dL-0tYg4bjy8VzWnFl/s1600/the+end+2.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">  </span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A Month of VERTIGO</span></span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> began on January 1 and, over the last month (plus), has featured a series of posts by 12 diverse and talented guest contributors - and me - on the subject of </span></span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Vertigo</span></span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">. Individually, we have scrutinized Alfred Hitchcock's great masterwork from nearly every conceivable angle. For a complete list of posts, <a href="http://eves-reel-life.blogspot.com/p/month-of-vertigo-schedule-of-bloggers.html" style="color: #990000;">click here</a>.</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A Month of VERTIGO</span></span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> has been a success far beyond anything I imagined when the idea first took hold. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My deepest gratitude goes out to all who have made it so - from guest bloggers and vloggers to commenters, tweeters, re-tweeters, Facebook friends and those who simply thought it was an interesting concept. A special nod to Dan Auiler whose very fine book, </span></span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Vertigo: The Making of a Hitchcock Classic</span></span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">, inspired me to read the English language edition of Boileau-Narcejac's novel (now simply called </span></span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Vertigo)</span></span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> - which led to this blog event.</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>TLE</i></span></span></div>

A Month of Vertigo Alfred Hitchcock Pierre Boileau The Lady Eve (author) Thomas Narcejac Vertigo A Month of "Vertigo," The Final Chapter

by The Lady Eve It was 1948 in post-war France when mystery writers Pierre Boileau and Thomas Narcejac met for the first time at an awards...

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