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The look of love
In "Vertigo" we fall for Kim Novak at the same time James Stewart does.
In Alfred Hitchcock’s “Vertigo,” Scotty is hired by Gavin to follow Gavin’s wife, Madeleine, who may be disturbed, who may even believe that the melancholy spirit of Carlotta Valdes — a 19th century suicide in “old” San Francisco — has entered her life. Pretty simple and straightforward, or so it seems, except that Scotty is an ex-cop, a man who had to give up the job because of his fear of heights, his vertigo. Yet he lives in San Francisco, where you only have to nod off to think you are falling.
Well, he follows Madeleine: She’s a bright blond dressed in gray, except at Ernie’s restaurant, where she wears scarlet and black and pauses so that Scotty and the camera can drink her in. For half an hour or so the film is all about following and watching, in a San Francisco where pursuit and parking spaces offer no impediment to the magical, unspoken attachment of the plot. But in film, you can hardly watch or follow without falling in love — the spectacle touches the private eye.
Now, actors are involved: Scotty is James Stewart, and Madeleine is Kim Novak. This is more than helpful, for he has intelligent, if incipiently wounded, following eyes, while she is a blank beauty, unaware of the idea of being watched. Yet, as we learn, both are playing their parts.
Well, Madeleine goes down to Fort Point, beneath the southern end of the Golden Gate Bridge, where the waves beat at the corner of the land. And her gray suit slips into the water — that old suicidal feeling welling up again. Scotty goes in after her, hauls her out — Madeleine is a ghostly creature — yet Novak in wet clothes is plainly a load to carry.
He takes her back to his apartment. She has fainted, or passed out — I don’t know what suicides do in the aftermath of a spent attempt. Maybe she is only feigning faint, for this Madeleine — I’ll break it to you, she’s really a plain Judy, with red-brown hair — is on a mission to seduce Scotty, to lead the ex-cop astray. Gavin (remember Gavin? aren’t all great films like dreams?) put her up to it.
So Scotty takes Madeleine/Judy home, and — we don’t see this; this is 1958 — he removes her wet clothes and puts her on a sofa beneath a blanket. Her clothes are hanging up in the background when Judy “comes to.” They are Madeleine’s clothes, but it is Judy’s body that the cop has seen or tried not to see, as if he were an apprentice mortician. But now, for the first time, Novak acquires a greedy, carnal stare, as if to ask, Did you see me? You saw me, didn’t you? And Judy, after all, needs to stand up for herself. Indeed, see “Vertigo” enough times and you may realize in this scene that Judy is beginning to fall in love with the mournful cop. But all she has to do for the moment is let Scotty feel that he gazed upon her body in unwatched liberty or innocence — the voyeur craves not to be detected (otherwise he is a peeping Tom). Looking needs that peace, that dark, to become perilous.
Of course, Judy didn’t faint. She felt the warmth of his looking, which is better than a blanket. Without opening her eyes, or even peeping, she felt she was loved, or that her character was loved. The rest is tragedy.
David Thomson is the author of "A Biographical Dictionary of Film" (new edition just published), "Rosebud: The Story of Orson Welles" and "In Nevada." More David Thomson.
Massage therapists rubbed wrong by sex talk
A Jennifer Love Hewitt show and the Travolta allegations have masseuses tired of being confused for sex workers
(Credit: iStockphoto/sybanto) Joe, a licensed massage therapist, knows what it’s like having a famous client who expects something extra. He had an Academy Award-winning actor begin gyrating on his massage table before raising his hips in the air to show off his erection. “He was hoping that I would play with him in some shape or form,” he says.
Needless to say, Joe isn’t surprised by allegations by two masseurs that John Travolta got handsy during massages. (Travolta’s attorney has denied all the allegations, and called them “ridiculous.”) “It happens all the time,” he says, and not just with celebrity clients. He frequently encounters men who try to fondle him, usually while he’s working on their glutes or lower back and their hand happens to be level with his crotch. “They think they’re so original, but they’re all so much the same,” Joe says, his voice rising. “They all use the same tactics, the same body movements, the same gyrations and grinding my table, the [heavy] breathing.”
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A night at the vibrator museum
Early vibrators were hand-cranked, two-person jobs -- and prescribed by doctors. How far we've come since then
(Credit: Antique Vibrator Museum) I can now say that I’ve used a turn-of-the-century vibrator — on my hand, but still.
The silver, hand-cranked contraption is usually kept behind glass at Good Vibrations’ Antique Vibrator Museum in San Francisco — but staff sexologist Carol Queen made a rare exception. “This is very special,” she whispered, unlocking the case and carefully pulling out Dr. Johansen’s Auto Vibrator, a relic from 1904. The “auto” part is not so much: It was a two-person job, with her having to crank the device’s handle to get it thrumming. Pressing my finger tips to its inch-wide circular platform of pleasure, I was pleasantly surprised by its power.
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Maggie Gyllenhaal on sexual liberation
The beloved indie star tells Salon about her "vibrator movie" and why she loves playing transgressive women
Maggie Gyllenhaal (Credit: Reuters/Mark Blinch) When I met Maggie Gyllenhaal about six weeks ago, she was enormously and gloriously pregnant, stretching out on a sofa with her shoes off and feet up in a Manhattan office building. (Since that time, Gyllenhaal and husband Peter Sarsgaard have welcomed their second daughter, Gloria Ray, to the world.) We were there to talk about “Hysteria,” the charming, lightweight feminist farce from director Tanya Wexler that explores a key event in the history of female sexuality: the invention of the vibrator by Mortimer Granville, a Victorian doctor who was seeking to cure the mysterious “female malady” that lends the movie its title.
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Susie Bright and her daughter, Aretha, make parental talks about sex look easy -- and fun
Most parents loathe talking to their kids about the birds and the bees, let alone pubic hair grooming, faked orgasms and “water sports” — but most parents are not legendary “sexpert” Susie Bright.
Better than talking about these things, she penned an advice column in 2009 with her daughter, Aretha, then 19, for the ladyblog Jezebel. Their answers to questions about everything from porn to Paxil were unflinching but playful, and at times controversial. Now the pair have collected those columns into a new e-book, “Mother/Daughter Sex Advice.” Together, they read as an irreverent version of “Our Bodies, Ourselves” for the Internet age. The mother-daughter team also reflect on what the experience of writing the column was like, and it turns out it wasn’t as weird as many would think: For the most part, it was just a continuation of conversations they had been having throughout Aretha’s life.
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On the rack: A cultural history of breasts
Did breasts evolve for lactation or to enhance sex appeal? A new book explores why they matter
(Credit: iStockphoto/NadyaPhoto) It’s hard to be boobs. Sure, breasts are cherished as givers of milk and the pinnacle of sex appeal, but the modern world hasn’t been good to mammaries.
As Florence Williams writes in “Breasts: A Natural and Unnatural History,” they’re the most tumor-prone organ in the human body. They “soak up pollution like a pair of soft sponges,” and transmit environmental toxins to babies through breast milk. “Breasts are bellwethers for the changing health of people,” she says. While we’ve “genetically modified our crops to be able to protect them from the ill effects of pesticides,” Williams writes, “we haven’t yet figured out how to modify our breasts.” Aside from using saline and silicone, of course.
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