Shouldn’t have greased those shoes, I suppose.
Which I’ve seen, but not since starting the blog, so no review. I recall Rear Window (1954) as being a tightly plotted mystery, as a woman disappears, someone else’s dog is found dead, all observed by a guy with a broken leg, watching his neighborhood from his rear window. (He’s a journalist, so of course he watches. It’s not creepy. At all.)
But what’s going on?
We binged our way through the first season of The Flight Attendant (2020) over the last week. While in many ways completely unlike Rear Window, such as nearly incessant sex, it’s also full of themes and techniques essential to Rear Window, such as inexplicable occurrences, red herrings that, maybe, aren’t. And it starts off fast, and slow.
Fast in that flight attendant Cassie wakes up next to a dead man in a hotel in Bangkok, his throat slit, guaranteed to get the adrenaline levels up.
Slow in that the mystery seems eminently solvable.
Right up until the unexpected inconsistencies smack you, and her, in the face. It just takes a little patience to get there. We nearly walked away. Then the interest heightens as Cassie starts running, right up until the double surprise ending.
I hate the title. But we’re looking forward to the second, and final, season.
