The Lady Vanishes
“Bless me, what an unpleasant journey!”
Before analysis can begin, we must venture out and collect data.
“Bless me, what an unpleasant journey!”
"She was playing a part that I could understand."
Shelley Winters struggles to close the generation gap.
He looks like a man who’s been through an ordeal.
His commitment to peripatetic idling never wavers.
The role of anthropologists is to interpret the guiding symbols of each culture.
The least understood aspect of the human psyche is the ego.
Bodies will be stacked together on battlefields like so much cordwood.
The moment at which the Anti-Anti-Utopian Generation grows up.
Pure Hitchcock: tragic and comic at precisely the same instant.
Half-wild denizens of “la zone” on the outskirts of a large town.
“I lend myself to the social game, I pose, I know I am posing, I want you to know that I am posing.”
Sexy, thrilling, and — thanks to the sandwiches — very British indeed.
Brands borrowing from jostled signs, creolised into incomprehension.