I really really want to see the boyfriend dressed up as Archibald Alexander Leach in North by Northwest. All he'd need is a slick gray suit, pomade and a tiny plane on his shoulder. *Swoon*
There's something weirdly comforting about watching a Hitchcock film you've seen a dozen times. Tonight I'm in the mood for To Catch a Thief:









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3 comments:
Oh, Cary. Cary Cary Cary.
I love Rear Window. Cause of Grace's dress. And being scared.
But I'll go watch this one, now. Her espadrilles!!
i want to hate cary grant, but i can't. he brings me to my knees. well, not literally. oh, you know what i mean.
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