I cannot watch Alfred Hitchcock’s Rope without being fascinated by the cityscape of New York City (1948) in the background.
The clouds move slowly by, the lights flicker off and on, and it’s hard to believe that it’s just an elaborate model. (Yeah, it looks like an extremely elaborate model, but Technicolor is like that.)
I mean that tonight you’ve made me ashamed of every concept I’ve ever had about inferior and superior beings. I thank you for that shame.