50 years ago today Marnie (1964) hit movie theaters and, as quite a divisive picture in the Hitchock filmography, ended one of the most beloved perfect runs that any filmmaker has accomplished in the history of ever (1958-1962: North By Northwest, Vertigo, Psycho, The Birds).
So Marnie has a bad rep, posts about her don't get you riled up like other Hitchcock fests, and she's underseen today. Not to lovingly kick that crazy bitch while she's down but it occurred to me the other day when she popped into my head that Marnie's color phobia means she would never be able to see an Almodóvar picture. Her loss. And she would be absolutely terrified by Sara Goldfarb addictions in Requiem for a Dream. (I mean more terrified than the rest of us)
I like thinking about the red dress. And the television and your father."
...and of course that scandalous Jezebel, Bette Davis, upsetting everyone because she won't wear white to the ball like a good girl should!
What's your favorite red dress to ever grace the screen?