2011 in Film: The Year in Review

I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT 2011 IS OVER. THIS IS CRAZINESS. I CAN'T HANDLE THIS.

Anyway, because I am so proud of myself and the fact that I've managed to keep track of nearly every film I've watched this year (I'm know a few were missed here and there) -- I am going to subject you to a month-by-month recount of my favorites.

Now, I started the year doing this every month, but er, um got a little forgetful/busy/etc/etc/etc.

SO, I'M DOING IT NOW.

I'm gonna go month-by-month with my favorites/least favorites and then later (probably tomorrow), I'll do a post on my absolute favorites/least favorites of the entire year.

Off we go!

January: 8 new films/ 13 total

In January, I listed I Love You Again and How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying as tied for favorite. I haven't seen either since, and it feels terribly wrong that an entire year could have passed since I watched both (IT'S BEEN A WHOLE YEAR?!). But, both were lovely and quite deserving of their place.

Also deserving was my least favorite, They Came to Cordura. I can't remember anything about it, except Michael Callan getting struck down by typhoid and Rita Hayworth's attempts to continue to be a goddess throughout the awfulness. I think my mind has put up a permanent block on this movie.

This was also the month of Randolph Scott Presents: Ride the Wild Surf and Peter Brown's horrible blonde hair:

I'll I could say was, THOSE ARE PUNCTURE WOUNDS, BOBBY! STOP! YOU'VE MADE A HORRIBLE ERROR! {This has nothing to do with anything.}

Oh, and this was also the month of David Janssen being evil and wearing a creepy fake mustache (aka THIS MONTH WAS PURE GOLD!):

February: 8 new films/14 total

Hmmm, I seem to have skipped over February in my listing. OH WELL. I shall try to remember as best I can. ;-D

I gave four films five stars and three films four stars. That's a pretty good average (the final new film got three stars). Those five starred films were A Man Could Get Killed; To Sir, With Love; A Letter to Three Wives; and Ask Any Girl. I truly liked each one. I CAN'T CHOOSE.

For least favorite, I would probably choose The Cowboy and the Lady. I liked it. But, it rather bore me.

Also notable in February? Village of the Giants. I still have NO idea what was going on. No idea. SERIOUSLY NO IDEA. It was brilliant.



March: 18 new/31 total

Ahh, March. You were wonderful. I still remember the movies I watched very clearly. There were, comparatively, so many new films. And, SO MANY WEIRD ENDINGS.

Once again, I listed my favorite film as a tie. This time between You Must Be Joking! and The Blob.

And my choice for least favorite was Palm Springs Weekend. Who let Troy Donahue be in movies? WHO?!

And of course, there was that movie that killed David Janssen off in the last five minutes. DAAAAAAVVIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD! I LOVE YOU FOREVER!

{I'm definitely not trying to see how many David photos I can smush into this post.}

And, well, this month also had so many crazy movies and it was awesome.

And, then, this also occurred:

April: 3 new films/9 total

Wow. I still remember this pathetic month. It was Doctor Who's fault (aka it was the Tenth Doctor's fault [aka it was Sarah's fault]).

It has an episode for Agatha Christie dorks! HOW COULD I RESIST THIS SHOW?!

My favorite film in April was The Bat. I will quote my reasoning: "The Bat. It wins by default (as in I only watched two other new films and they both annoyed me). ALSO: IT HAS VINCENT PRICE. That's always cool." So yeah.

My least favorite film was Duel in the Sun. The evilness was all-consuming.

May: 7 new films/16 total

May introduced me to The Attack of the 50 Foot Woman. 

May was a good month.

Oh, and worst movie of the month went to Endless Night and Hywel Bennett's creepy haircut.

And I also went to see Pirates 4 (better than the last two put together. DEFINITELY) on opening night (because why not? ;-D).

June:  14 new films /28 total

June started off splendidly with a six-starred film: Ring of Fire. You may recall that this was the glorious film starring David Janssen and glorious Washington.

Smushing photos of David Janssen into this post.... LIKE A PRO.

June went humming along quite steadily, with a good mixture of new films and re-watches. I particularly enjoyed the brilliant acting in Goodbye Again and Pressure Point. And I enjoyed, the admittedly quite stupid, Strange Bedfellows. And then came Jessica. The movie was supposed to be just a bit of pleasant mind-smushing entertainment. But, the story made me ANGRY. And then Maurice Chevalier was playing a singing priest and I really couldn't handle that. And Angie Dickinson was vespaing her way around '60s Europe and that made me insanely jealous. AND THEN.

He appeared.

Gabrielle Ferzetti. The man who became my Italian obsession. The man who forced me to leave the innocuous awesomeness and the good, solid acting of early June -- and plunge myself deep into '60s Italian depressingness THAT I STILL DON'T BLOODY UNDERSTAND. L'Avventura, Le Amiche...it all came and went.

And then, I suddenly couldn't take it anymore. It was if my entire being rebelled against Michelangelo Antonioni and his never-ending symbolism.

I went back to mind-smushing entertainment at an increasing pace. I ended the month with, just possibly, the worst film ever created: The Miniskirt Mob.

June was an awesome month.

(Oh yeah. Favorite movie of the month was either Ring of Fire or 36 Hours. Least favorite was Kung Fu Panda, which I didn't even want to watch in the first place but had to because it was my friend's birthday.)

July: 16 new films /26 total 

July was fun! I got the brilliance of Crossplot

Look at Roger Moore's fake mustache.

And then there was the long-overdue viewing of Blackboard Jungle. PERFECTION!

And, well, then came North & South (technically a miniseries, but I DON'T CARE ;-D). All the time that I meant to spend packing for my trip to Africa was actually spent sitting on my bed eating Doritos and watching this. I REGRET NOTHING.

And Night of the Iguana. Ava Gardner is such a goddess. That's literally all I remember about it: Ava Gardner being a goddess.

And The In-Laws. <3Peter Falk<3

There was also the wonderfully, wonderful Evening Primrose. I can't even begin to describe its awesomeness, but if you want a little description -- check out Sarah's post on it! THIS MOVIE IS A LIFE EXPERIENCE YOU NEED TO HAVE.

OH. And Thirteen Ghosts. I hesitate to bring up this film that scared my friend and I so bad we kinda stopped it and didn't finish it until the morning. IT'S TOO EMBARRASSING TO ADMIT.

And July ended with a couple of movies from the flights from Seattle to Toronto and Toronto to London. Air Canada, I kinda hate you and you kinda lost my carry-on bag with all my clothes in it and yeah. BUT YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL SELECTION OF ENTERTAINMENT CHOICES. Joel McCrea on my own individual screen? ALWAYS RIGHT.

August: 12 new films /18 total

There weren't a LOT of films in August because I was in Sierra Leone for the first half, but that didn't stop me from seeing some lovelies in the second half.

I watched three never-before-seen Hitchcock's (Rope and Under Capricorn finished off the 40s for me and Topaz leaves me with just one unwatched 60s Hitchcock). They weren't my favorites (Hume! I love you, but PLEASE STOP WRITING MOVIES FOR SIR ALFRED!), but they still had brilliant Hitchcock moments (that one shot of the murder in Cuba was STUNNING). And, really, Ingy + Joseph Cotton + Michael Wilding. Wow.

And also, I saw Marjorie Morningstar. I sorta missed the whole point of the movie somehow, I think?! I will quote my first-reaction words as posted in August:

"Apparently, I was supposed to be sad about the tragic love story or feel sorry for Gene Kelly's pathetic, nonredeemable, and completely creepy character? All I cared about was Wally and his awesome glasses (the only reason this is even getting three stars)."

Oh yes.

Near the end of the month, I had to make the awkward admission that I had seen Girl in Lover's Lane twice in 24 hours. BRETT HALSEY, GUYS. Brett Halsey. 

(This was also my favorite film of the month. Sex and the Single Girl was my least favorite because the entire thing was worthless -- EXCEPT FOR MEL FERRER'S AWESOMENESS!)

September: 8 new films /14 total

The start of my senior year. Craziness.

(By the way, if you're still reading this -- which is unlikely -- I salute you!)

Anyway, favorite movie of September is another tie! 

I adored the low-key, but exceedingly awesome A Touch of Larceny. I have to say that this movie restored all faith in James Mason. He was PERFECT in it. Almost TOO perfect.

I also adored the decidedly unlow-key Compulsion. Bradford Dillman smiled evilly. Bradford Dillman danced the Charleston. BRADFORD DILLMAN TALKED TO A TEDDY BEAR.

This is stinkin' adorable. 

Meredith thinks the teddy bear looks like it's going to steal our souls. SHEESH. ;-D

I also finally got around to watching Green Berets (my least favorite film of the month). Depressing. But, hey, at least David managed to get out of a war movie alive for once!

And this brings our Janssen photo count up to six. Oh yes. 

HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO NOT POST THIS PHOTO?!

October: 7 new films /14 total

Not much happened in October. In fact, I can literally not remember ANYTHING that happened in October. Seriously. 

Now, I'm starting to freak out. GUYS, WHAT HAPPENED IN OCTOBER?! ANYTHING?!

Well, I do know that I watched a brand-new '40s Bob Hope movie: They've Got Me Covered. That was my favorite of the month and I guess the highlight of October as a whole (I really don't know). I was particularly excited about this because I have a original movie poster for it that I purchased at an antique store several years ago. It was simply wunderbar to finally see the movie itself!

My least favorite of October was Water Horse, I guess. Just because it was so sad.

Come Blow Your Horn was an awesome, orange Sinatra fest!

And Francis of Assisi was just weird.

November: 5 new films /17 total

Favorite: Third Finger, Left Hand. It was one of those slightly forgettable, but perfectly wonderful and charming and lovely '40s comedies. 

I also rather liked, oddly enough, Jane Eyre. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I am a committed Bronte hater. I unfortunately made my old co-op Brit Lit teacher's life miserable with my lengthy discussions on the awfulness of everything connected with Jane Eyre. She got back at me though by forcing me to relive painful experiences by re-reading Tale of Two Cities, which contains one of my top five literary characters that I am in love with. SYDNEY CARTON, I LOVE YOU FOREVER!

Anyway, I digress. 

I've always rather championed the Orson Welles' version of Jane Eyre, simply because I adore Orson Welles and because it angers all the Jane fans I'm surrounded by (my mum; a couple of my good friends) heh heh heh. But, I truly liked this new version. It was actually light and bright and awesome. And Michael Fassbender played Rochester PERFECTLY. If you've ever read the book, then you know that Rochester is a total drama queen (he dresses up like a gypsy fortune teller woman just to bloody find out if Jane likes him or not, for goodness sake!). Fassbender played him like a total drama queen. IT WAS AWESOME.

Not much else happened in November (besides lots of Christmas movies). I was a bit preoccupied with BBC's Robin Hood. I may or may not have watched the first two seasons (because the third does not exist) twice through in less than two weeks (the second time, I watched the two seasons straight through with a bunch of friends over a twenty hour stretch during Veteran's Day break. This is not recommended). 

My least favorite film of the month was Much Ado About Nothing. It was stupid and changed the ending. WHO CHANGES SHAKESPEARE?!

December: 8 new films/ 30 total

Favorite film: oh, um, TIED AGAIN. Actually, these two films are very special and both are also tied for favorite 2011 release!

Hugo and The Adventures of Tintin.

Hugo was one of those "Oh my gosh! It's so beautiful that I feel like I'm gonna die and this is why I love movies and look how perfect this and I just want to cry because I relate so much and film is so wonderful" experiences. It was spectacular. 

And The Adventures of Tintin. I was both extremely excited and a bit wary of this movie. Tintin is a family classic. I grew up reading the comics. Tintin was a part of life. I actually remember watching one of the animated Tintins from like the '70s or whatever when my youngest brother was being born. We had to pause the movie to go see my new brother. {My family is a little odd.} 

I was EXCITED about about a Tintin movie, but wary because I really do NOT like Spielberg. At all. 

{I carry incredibly irrational grudges against people I've never met....for a long time. ;-D}

And, unfortunately, I've never forgiven Spielberg for his part in two different complete rip-offs of personal favorites. One, Disturbia was a complete copy of Rear Window -- but at least that one was noticed. And two, Monster House is the exact copy of an episode of The Wild Wild West (even down to certain plot details and images). THAT ONE MADE ME ANGRY.

But, yeah, this has nothing to do with Tintin. Sheesh.

Tintin was lovely and awesome and Spielberg gets fives stars -- just for not ruining my childhood.

Also, I watched State Fair '62. It was highly disappointing (My Darlin' Darin was perfect though, of course).

And, of course, I watched Marooned -- which I recently wrote about. (There is no reason for me to mention Marooned, except as an excuse for me to throw out another David photo! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Actually, lets make it his classic "Dr. Richard Kimble is pretending to be shy" gif!)

 Has this obsessive fangirling gone too far?
(If you think so, please do not ever visit my Tumblr. ;-D)

{Oh, and my least favorite film was Home Alone 2, which I got stuck watching during some "quality family time."}

And yeah. That was my year in movies. This is a really abrupt ending. I don't know quite how to write this conclusion. Well, I will be posting my overall favorites of the year later. So be prepared for that (I'll promise a 20% reduction in Janssen fangirling*)

*No. I don't. I'm lying.

<3David + twitchy, little smirk<3

I'm sorry guys. This post WAS written at 2 am though. I'm not lucid. I haven't slept in days. I'm just sorry. I'LL BE BACK LATER WITH LUCIDITY! ;-D

-Millie

Actually, a bunch of people were better off when George Bailey was never born...

Today, during the annual gingerbread making and decorating and watching waaay too many Christmas movies day, I realized that It's A Wonderful Life isn't QUITE the happy ending Mr. Capra might want you to think it is.

From infancy, we are taught to believe that it is the story of each of us. We all positively impact other people's lives in ways we can never even imagine.

That is what we are taught.

Lies, all lies.

I mean, sure, there were a few people who were negatively affected by George never being born: his children, Mr. Gower, Harry -- and the guys Harry saved in WWII.

But what about all those others?

Well, first of all, Mr. Potter was doing much better without the existence of George (but he's the bad guy, so this isn't allowed to fully count).

And Nick. Look at Nick. With George alive, he was a minimum wage employee at a beat-up, old bar. With George never being born, Nick was a business-owner. He OWNED the bar. It was Nick's Place. He had power and control over his life.

 Look how happy he is throwing people out of the bar -- WITH HIS NAME ON IT!

And then there's Mary. There is absolutely no way in heck that Mary ended up being a depressed, spinster librarian just because George was never born. She would have just ended up marrying Sam Wainwright and, you know, being rich and happy and traveling the world and being rich.


The whole "Mary had no life without George" plot-line is absolutely ridiculous. My Mum always tries to convince me that it's about them being "soul-mates" or some such nonsense.

MORE LIES.

 Mary without George? YEAH RIGHT. 

Reality of Mary without George:

(Off relaxing on the beach somewhere on an expensive vacation)

Some people were left absolutely unaffected. Bert the cop really couldn't care less if George was born or not. And in some ways, life was better without George (Pottersville was clearly a more hopping town for a trigger-happy cop like Bert).

And well, Martini was just out of the picture. CLEARLY, he was the only one actually smart enough to get out of bloody Bedford Falls/Pottersville/whatever.

Well, not the ONLY one. Annie wasn't around when George wasn't born. The logical assumption is that she used all the money she was saving over the years (that she ended up wasting -- ON GEORGE BAILEY) to leave that cursed place forever and have an actual happy life.

Also, this is unrelated, but I've always been incredibly confused as to why George not existing meant that Ernie's wife and child left him? Huh?

And, also, George never being born means that Uncle Billy lives in an insane asylum. WHAT?! Clearly, this guy should not be allowed to run around free and loose. So, in fact, when George is alive he is allowing a dangerously insane man to not only roam free -- but to also hold a position of high responsibility relating to money. WHAT?!

This guy? Really? YOU TRUST THIS GUY WITH YOUR MONEY?!

And these are just a few of the reasons why George Bailey never being born actually worked out well for a lot of people. I know this is probably a shock to your system (if you too were taught from infancy that this film is hopeful and uplifting), but it's the truth.

Revised lesson from the film: each person's life affects other people's lives. However, unless you are directly responsible for stopping old guys from poisoning young children or saving future Medal of Honor winners from an early death, you may just be the person standing in the way of other people being happy and financially secure...AND OWNING THEIR OWN BUSINESS.

 "Nothing special, just doing a little bird-watching on the Amazon...WITH EXPENSIVE GOLD-PLATED BINOCULARS! I'm so happy I married that nice Sam Wainwright and got out of that scary Bedford Falls/Pottersville/whatever place!"

-Millie (I'm not a grinch.)

Happy Birthday 90th Deanna Durbin!

Happy one-week-late (blasted finals!) Birthday to the absolutely perfect Deanna Durbin. I always have such difficulty writing out why I adore her, but she's just such an actual part of my life -- and has been for much longer than I can even remember.

She's just wonderful.

-Millie

Happy Birthday, Kate!

Hayley and her father are wishing you a happy day!

Happy Birthday, Kate! I hope you had a wonderfully, lovely day!

Thanks for always been so Wowzie Kazam and talking to me and arguing with me and fangirling with me -- AT ALL HOURS OF THE DAY OR NIGHT (except normal hours when most people are awake)!

You are seriously one of my favorite people to ever exist and -- not to sound TOO awesomely cheesy -- my life is much cooler because you are a part of it!

-Millie

Well, I'm finally gonna watch it...

This poster is not lying. There is no possible way that I am prepared for this experience.

Yes, I'm finally going to watch Francis of Assisi (1961).

For two main reasons:

1) This movie has caused me SO many fines at the library (because I keep not watching it and letting it get overdue).

2) BRADFORD DILLMAN (THE KING OF EVIL SMILES) IS PLAYING A SAINT. A SAINT. A SAINT.

(Remember that time that Maurice Chevalier was a singing priest and I died of laughter? Yeah.)

Anyway. This movie is happening. WISH ME LUCK!

-Millie

The Ten Greatest Films of All Time. Ever. {According to The Millie.}

Hmmmm. This has been in my drafts for over a month. Clearly, I was just waiting to come back and write explanations for all my choices. I'm not going to. I'm too lazy. HIIIII EVERYONE! I've missed you!

Ahhhh, the infamous "best of" lists.

I'm not gonna lie -- I love them.

I especially love the fascinatingly crazy ones (when people are praising the dumbest movies ever). Those are the most fun. I also enjoy the boring ones. The boring ones are when everyone is like: BRAND NEW INFORMATION! Citizen Kane is THE GREATEST FILM OF ALL TIME. (When I say "boring," I don't mean that Citizen Kane is boring. It certainly isn't. I first watched it when I was ten, and was utterly intrigued. CK is definitely worth all the praise it gets.)

Anyway, *I* was rather bored and decided to create a best of list myself. This one falls under the fascinatingly crazy category (but, hey! At least I controlled myself enough to not include Gidget Goes Hawaiian or Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine!)

These are just ten movies that always leave me amazed. I could have included hundreds of others (and I'm actually quite saddened about the lack of westerns and musicals), but this is what it is....in alphabetical order. ;-D

Gaslight [1944]

His Girl Friday [1940]

It Happened One Night [1934]

Lady From Shanghai [1947]

Laura [1944]

The Lost Weekend [1945]

Rebel Without A Cause [1955]

Shadow of a Doubt [1942]

The Third Man [1949]

To Be Or Not To Be [1942]

What are your top ten most amazingly awesome movies?

-Millie

Photo of the Day!

Lonely, mid-western doctor on the run OR James Bond?

This photo was used in ads for the 3rd season of The Fugitive. Clearly, SOMEONE forgot the ENTIRE plot of The Fugitive.

I love it.

{source}

Bob + Bing

"Bing.

"It's hard to explain what that jug-eared groaner has that made us close friends through seven movies and innumerable radio and television shows. I know that some recent accounts of his family troubles portray Bing in a less-than-favorable light, but as far as I'm concerned, he could do no wrong. He had that warm, relaxed personal style onstage that, for me, carried offstage into the best friendship I ever had. How could I fail to have a warm spot in my heart for a fellow who sold me into slavery to Dorothy Lamour [Road to Morocco]?

"The liner of one of Bing's albums sums it up best: 'The voice of Bing Crosby has been heard by more people than the voice of any other human being who ever lived.'

"I miss that voice.

"We started to insult each other from the moment we met. I called him 'the sports shirt that walks like a man ... the large, economy-size Sinatra ... the only pot that ever got the rainbow.' And he called me 'The man with a nose like a bicycle seat.'

"It was love at first sight."

-Bob Hope in Don't Shoot, It's Only Me

Roddy McDowall's Home Movies. MILLIE CAN'T HANDLE THIS MUCH AWESOME.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

This awesome YouTube channel uploaded a bunch of Roddy McDowall's home videos yesterday and they're unspeakably genius. Every single cool actor of the '60s hanging out, swimming, eating hot dogs, playing volleyball, building sandcastles. Paul Newman and Lauren Bacall and Ben Gazzara laughing together -- while Natalie Wood lounges nearby. THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE IN THESE VIDEOS. SO MANY PEOPLE. I can't even begin to write them all down.
 
Here are cool people hanging out together at various parties during the summer of '65:














There are even more AT the YouTube channel, so definitely check them out.

I'm so glad that now I have an exact place and time to direct my time-machine to. GOODBYE ALL! ;-D

-Millie

Ingy.

{source}

August 29, 1915 - August 29, 1982

I'm sorry, but I really don't have the words to describe my undying adoration for this woman. 

She is the greatest, most beautiful, most brilliant, most perfect, most Wowzie Kazam actress to ever exist.

I could literally listen to her reading a phonebook all-day long. 

I would drop everything to go and watch her in a toothpaste commercial.

And when it comes to her actual, factual roles -- there isn't a single non-brilliant or uninteresting performance. 

Everyone who ever knew her completely adored her.

I wish I knew her in real life, but I'm ever so happy to know her in film life. She never fails to be wonderfully Ingy.

Happy Birthday, you Swedish goddess! ;-D

-Millie

One of my favorite scenes EVER!

What could possibly be more perfect?!

{Well, actually it would be even more perfect if it had James Garner, as he was in it originally. I'm so tired of all the legal fighting over the character of Maverick. Not only will they NOT let me own all of coolness on DVD, THEY WON'T EVEN LET ME WATCH A MAVERICK CAMEO IN A BOB HOPE MOVIE. So unfair.}

But, yeah. This scene is pure perfection. I remember the first time I saw it (I was probably 7 or 8). I couldn't even handle it. All those glorious characters -- and in technicolor!

-Millie

Hitchcock's Birthday Bash: The Millie's 10 Favorite Hitchcock Villains

Last year, I did as list of my favorite Hitchcock heroes. That was all well and good. But Hitchcock villains are ALWAYS 50 times more awesome than any "heroes" (unless said heroes have mustaches and British accents).

Hitchcock villains are awesome and cool and genius and evil. They're perfect.

Obviously, a list of villains is a bit spoilerish, so if you WANT to know the movies included in this list and not be spoiled or whatever (the list is spoiled of course then. But, yeah. I CAN'T STOP ALL SPOILERS! ;-D) here are the films in order: Jamaica Inn, North By Northwest, Stage Fright, The Birds, Trouble With Harry, Psycho, Rebecca, Strangers on a Train, Dial M For Murder, Shadow of a Doubt.

If you're all cool, then you may now continue...


10} Jamaica Inn ~ Sir Humphrey Pengallan


So deliciously evil. His face looks positively plastic the entire time and he's so creepy and also sorta nice to some people. Charles Laughton is a genius.


9} North By Northwest ~ Phillip Vandamm

It's James Mason and his sinisterly awesome voice (mentioned in Rope eleven years before actually). Phillip is utterly charming and utterly evil. Nothing could be more perfect.

8} Stage Fright ~ Jonathan Cooper

Richard Todd makes you think he's innocent and then he slowly makes you realize he's crazy and then you finally realize that he's a psycho. A brilliant villain. Much is made of the false flashback, but if us viewers were paying ANY attention to the film, we would have realized that this guy lies all the time AND -- more importantly -- has crazy eyes.


7} The Birds ~ Melanie Daniels

Melanie is one of the MORE evil villains on this list. What started out to be a charming film about an awesome school teacher and a local boy falling in love and having a perfect life, turned drastically different when Melanie showed up (with her trained birds in tow). Although I can forgive almost all the villains on this list (because they're stinkin' awesome), I can never forgive her.

6} Trouble With Harry ~ Harry

Harry, why do you have to be SUCH a troublemaker?! Your socks are awesome by the way (wish I could say the same for your mustache -- definitely not Michael Redgrave worthy).


5} Psycho ~ Norman Bates

Norman, *I* understand that you are really more of a misunderstood anti-hero. But, for the sake of popular opinion, I gotta put you on this list. Don't worry. *I* understand that you would NEVER hurt a fly!

4} Rebecca ~ Mrs. Danvers

Mrs. Danvers, you are a legit psychopath. Also awesome.


3} Strangers on a Train ~ Bruno Antony

Ugh. Now, you Mr. Antony, YOU SIR, ARE PERFECT. I really do love Guy Haines (FARLEY!), but I was rooting for you and that lighter all the way. Fair is fair and verbal contracts are legal in many parts of the country. Instead of the revenge, you really should have just got a good lawyer, taken Guy to court, and SUED HIM FOR EVERYTHING HE HAD!

2} Dial M For Murder ~ Tony Wendice

I love you, Mr. Wendice. You had a killer Welsh accent (heh heh). I adore Grace Kelly more than almost anything, BUT I WAS ON YOUR SIDE. I'm on the side of anyone not on the side of Robert Cummings. And you were so charming and charismatic and awesome. You really should have succeeded.

1} Shadow of a Doubt ~ Uncle Charlie

Uncle Charlie. I have no words to describe your perfection. Just know that I'm with you 100%. AND YOU HAVE THE MOST AWESOME CIGAR SMOKING SKILLS EVER. And I don't even know what else to say. You're cool.

So, here's my not-at-all-creepy list of revered Hitchcock villains. Who are your favorites?

-Millie