Out Of Place
Arbogast On Film has posted an interview with yours truly concerning the artwork that’s escaped from the flea market and ended up here the past few weeks. I’ve been in a noir kind of mood recently, so it was a kick to break out the wash and try my hand at ol’ Martin Balsam. He’s a tough one to get a hold of. It seems like those eyes would be a cinch, but they’re very elusive.
Between this and Suzanne Pleshette, I’ve been giving Hitchcock’s victims a lot of thought. The death of Marion Crane was probably Hitchcock’s most surprising kill, but I think Milton Abergost is a contender for second place. He’s a character we’re all familiar with, the competent detective who’s seen it all, but he’s wandered into the wrong movie. This is like nothing he’s ever encountered. The usual rules don’t apply. And therefore the events are like nothing he, or the audience, can hope to anticipate.


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