Her key is on the rack
I remember my ex-mother-in-common-law asking two questions after we saw the 1984 revival of Vertigo:
I had no answer. In fact, I hadn't even remembered that plot point, I was too swept away -- but the small scenes, the fragments of the mirror -- I remember those.
- Why don't they make movies like that anymore?
- Why does the lady putting olive oil on her rubber plant leaves insist that Carlotta Valdes hadn't come into her hotel that day?
Copyright 1998 Ray Davis