Few moments in cinema are more thrilling that the opening to this film – Bernard Herrmann’s glorious theme music creeping up slowly and Saul Bass’s titles stalking across the screen, then the fly into it with that wonderful credit sequence. Then its off and running with Cary Grant as an ad man sucked into some adventures. It does lose momentum when he hands himself in to the CIA (it has to start up all over again) but I enjoyed Mt Rushmore. Hitch at the peak of his powers – love the look of this film, with its grey suits, martinis, trains, hair, black shoes, wood paneling, new televisions, theatre tickets for mother, country estates (one at Mount Rushmore), day for night, crop dusting. It’s a lovely looking film. Grant is in his element and James Mason and Martin Landau a perfect pair of villains; Eva Marie Saint is lovely, even though you can’t help wishing Grace Kelly played the role. (NB how did they know what train Grant would be on?)
No comments:
Post a Comment