Were he alive today, the Master of Suspense, Sir Alfred Hitchcock, would be 116. With over 50 films to his name spanning from silent films to talkies, black and white to colored, and in first Britain and then later America, Hitchcock was a true auteur. So many of the modern thriller and horror contraptions we’ve come to expect were devised by this brilliant man.  That frustrating mystery decoy, the MacGuffin, the hilarious—and rather meta—directorial cameo, and Hitch even discovered the appeal of the voyeuristic vantage point long before Bravo was shoving Real Housewives and Kardashians down our throats.

On his day of birth, we give thanks for a man who tapped into the very core of human nature, causing us to squeal, scream, gasp, jump, and “a-ha!” No one has raised hairs or provoked goosebumps as often or as well as the Master. And by way of thanks we’ve racked our brains and cast our votes to definitively rank the ten best films of Alfred Hitchcock. Whether you’re new to Hitch yourself or trying to decide how to introduce him best to your children, we say you start here. Just keep the lights on and prepare the edge of your seat, you’ll be sitting there a while.

One of Alfred Hitchcock’s finest works is also one of his most spatially confined. The first in his oeuvre to be shot in color and most notable for its use of the one take illusion, Rope tells the story of two young intellectuals who strangle their friend to death and hide his body in a chest prior to hosting a dinner party in the very same room where the corpse lies. The act is deemed “an immaculate murder” by one of the men involved and the Master of Suspense stages the aftermath beautifully, setting the whole affair in one apartment unit. Every frame carries the tension of whether or not the conspirators will break and Arthur Laurents’ script playfully alludes to the increasingly apparent elephant in the room through dialogue that is both darkly comedic and slyly referential. The film is gripping in its “will they or won’t they be caught” premise, but Rope truly impresses with its nuanced navigation of homosexual subtext as well as the theme of theoretical principles being twisted into wicked, irreversible deeds. [Byron]

One of the few traditional horror movies in Hitchcock’s filmography, The Birds is the godfather of modern nature-run-amok films. Marred only by some now-dated special effects, the suspense sequences in The Birds hold up remarkably well, and the scene of the schoolchildren being attacked by the violent airborne creatures is especially unsettling. In the hands of anyone else, The Birds was bound to fail, but Hitchcock approached the subject matter with such seriousness that it manages to work almost in spite of itself. It may not be his best film, but it could very well be his most impressive. [Blair]

One of Hitchcock’s more twisted crime mysteries is in fact amazingly simplistic in its scope. A posh ex-tennis player, Tony, discovers his socialite wife, Margot, is having an affair with a writer, Mark, and plots to have her murdered. Using one of his signature techniques, the majority of the action takes place within Tony and Margot’s sitting room. Tony blackmails an old college acquaintance to do the murdering and in a hair-raising scene he sneaks into her house and attempts to strangle her. What none of them expect is that Margot has more fight in her than they imagined. As a filmed adaptation of a play, the stakes never feel all that high, but Hitch gets around this with his attention to detail. He lingers on objects and plays with our sentiments toward each character. It’s the perfect example of Hitchcock’s ability to carefully build a mystery and then piece by piece deconstruct it, and the process is a slow and simmering thrill to experience. [Ananda]

Notorious> is a film so pulsating with sexual tension, rich imagery, forbidden romance and drunken desire that it’s almost too much to handle; watch it in the right environment and you’re liable to burst. It’s one of Hitchcock’s finest works (his finest in my book), an international spy romance starring Ingrid Bergman in her greatest role alongside Casablanca. Matching her greatness is Cary Grant, a U.S. agent who recruits Bergman to infiltrate a spy ring in Rio de Janeiro and get intimate with its leader (Claude Rains). The love triangle that emerges is the best in movie history, full of innuendo and jealous glances, all framed by a plot so well constructed it rivals any of Hitchcock’s more popular classics (even Vertigo and Rear Window). Filmmaking doesn’t get more elegant than watching Grant and Bergman descend that grand staircase at the end of the film, and it doesn’t get steamier than watching them lock lips in what was, at the time, “the longest kiss in the history of movies.” [Bernard]

Perhaps Shadow Of A Doubt has become more famous for being Hitchcock’s personal favorite than for the sum of its parts, but that feels grossly unfair to what is, essentially, a masterpiece. When Uncle Charlie (Joseph Cotten) announces a surprise visit to his family in the small town of Santa Rosa, his niece and namesake Charlotte “Charlie” (Teresa Wright) is ecstatic. However, it’s not long before she starts to suspect her uncle of being the “Merry Widow” serial killer, and the plot unravels in the kind of hair-raisingly suspenseful way that would later become synonymous with Alfred Hitchcock’s name. In a rare twist of classic Hollywood convention, the leading man in this picture ends up being one of Hitchcock’s most memorable villains. Boasting the most opulent cinematography of any Hitchcock film (by Joseph Valentine), ridiculously immersive characterization of a small family unit, and a supremely original male-female dynamic that inspired Cotten’s and Wright’s mesmerizing performances; it’s easy to see why Hitchcock loved it so much. That slow-burning close-up of Cotten describing widows as “wheezing animals” is everything. [Nik]

Hitchcock’s paranoia-fueled tale of a man trapped in his apartment with delusions of murderous neighbors is my all-time favorite of his works. Jimmy Stewart’s wheelchair-bound photographer Jeff is the vehicle through which Hitchcock traps his audience into forced suspense. Through Jeff’s camera lens, we watch his various neighbors, and through his journalistic inquisitiveness and voyeuristic nature we start to see the same suspicious signs he does. His, at first, hairbrained schemes of murder by his neighbor across the way (played with perfect intensity by Raymond Burr) become more and more plausible the longer he (and we) watch from the darkened window of his apartment. With the bustling sounds of New York City providing a sort of humming background, Jeff’s neighbors live out their lives through their windows like a puppet show for his amusement, but as the truth of the danger he puts himself in by prying becomes clearer, it is Jeff who becomes the puppet, confined to his one room stage, and the denouement of Rear Window is by far among the most uncomfortably riveting of Hitchcock’s career. [Ananda]

Hitchcock’s timeless tale of exchanging murders poses a question that we’ve all asked ourselves, and in the process truly shows off the director’s mastery. Hitchcock constantly found ways to make even his most villainous characters empathetic, and that’s precisely what makes Strangers on a Train such an immensely engaging film. Despite being an abhorrent, sociopathic murderer, Bruno Anthony is strangely charming. Robert Walker approaches the role brilliantly, opposite the criminally underrated Farley Granger, who plays a perfect patsy in the form of Guy Haines. Over sixty years and countless viewings later, Strangers on a Train remains one of the most suspenseful movies of all time. [Blair]

Mistaken identity was part of Hitchcock’s arsenal as early as 1935’s The 39 Steps, but it reached iconic heights (literally and figuratively) in 1959’s North By Northwest. New York ad-man Roger Thornhill (Master of Swag, Cary Grant) is mistaken for a government agent by villainous spy Philip Vandamm (a perfect James Mason), and finds himself running for his life cross-country whilst falling hard for Eva Marie Saint’s mysterious blonde beauty Eve Kendall. The film is infamous for its action scenes, especially a bamboozled Grant barely escaping from an evil crop-duster in the middle of nowhere, so it’s easy to overlook the sly sense of humor on constant display and one of the greatest screenplays Hitchcock ever directed (written by the legendary Ernest Lehman). Without a single frame wasted, and a kind of cinematic rhythm that holds the answer to defeating time itself, there’s no mistaking North by Northwest as one of the master’s very best. [Nik]

When we think about Psycho, we think of its iconic scenes. The infamous shower sequence. The shocking twist. That unsettling final inner monologue in which the audience stares directly into the face of evil. As undeniably memorable as those moments are, though, Psycho is notable for more than its permeation of popular culture. Beginning as a tale of a woman absconding with a bag of money, the film deftly transitions into a very different kind of story, centering on a young man, his mother, a motel and a trail of disappearances. With his intelligent use of editing (cleverly obscuring grotesqueries while still managing to disturb), a discerning eye for darkly connotative imagery and a perfectly paced progression of terror, Hitchcock took B-movie material and made it into art. A watershed moment in horror cinema and a catalyst for the modern slasher movie, Psycho legitimized the genre and remains a vastly influential work 55 years on. [Byron]

In the darkest corners of Hitchcock’s mind hid his deepest, wildest obsessions and fears; with Vertigo, he digs them out, slaps them together and forms with his hands the purest expression of his true self he’s ever shared with the world. It’s a pretty, prickly thing that sends you into a state of paranoid euphoria, lusting after its beauty as you drown in cold sweats. As we become more and more immersed in the headspace of Jimmy Stewart’s Scottie as he chases the spectre of the quintessential icy blonde (embodied by Kim Novak) around San Francisco, we are stepping into Hitch’s very own shoes. As in most of his stories, his leading man is his proxy, and the dizzying fever dream that is Scottie’s pursuit is his way of saying, “This is me. All of me.” It’s all there: his debilitating fear of the police; his manipulative relationship with women; his resentment of the real world and its cruelty. Hitchcock much preferred the world of dreams. In his greatest shot, Novak walks slowly toward Stewart in a lonely hotel room, wading through an otherworldly neon green light. The image is paralyzing. Hitchcock is known for being less than kind to his icy blondes, but in this moment, he feels her pain. Good filmmakers take you on a leisurely stroll through the garden of the mind; great filmmakers drag you through the brambles. By this measure, Hitch was the greatest. [Bernard]

It’s Christmas in June for cinephiles at the TIFF Bell Lightbox. Starting this Friday, TIFF will be launching their new summer series “Dreaming in Technicolor.” For those unaware of the Technicolor process, if you’ve seen any of the films in this series, you should already know about the gorgeous images and colours Technicolor produces. And for all of us here at Way Too Indie, we couldn’t be more excited about this series. TIFF has put together a fantastic lineup of classic films, along with an impressive list of special guests who will introduce special screenings, along with a master class from filmmaker Guy Maddin (My Winnipeg).

The series runs from June to August, and if you happen to be around the TIFF Bell Lightbox this summer, you shouldn’t have any excuse for missing out on these legendary films. Check out the full line-up below, and keep your eyes peeled throughout the summer for some features we’ll be writing about a few of our favourites in the series. To buy tickets, and find out more information about the series, be sure to visit TIFF’s website.

June 19th, 6:30pm – Singin’ in The Rain (35mm print)

“One of the most famous and beloved musicals of all time, Singin’ in the Rain is set in a 1920s Hollywood on the cusp of the sound era, where a swashbuckling matinee idol (Gene Kelly) falls in love with a bright-eyed newcomer (Debbie Reynolds) while trying to duck his jealous, narcissistic onscreen romantic partner (Jean Hagen), whose parrot-squawk of a voice makes her distinctly unsuited for the new talking pictures.”

June 20th, 2pm – Lawrence of Arabia (4K restoration introduced by Grover Crisp, head of film restoration at Sony Pictures)

“Peter O’Toole became an instant star in David Lean’s sprawling adventure epic as the eccentric and inscrutable British officer who rallies the nomadic desert tribes against the Ottoman Turks during World War I.”

June 20th, 7pm – Rope

“Filmed on a single set in a succession of long takes to simulate the sensation of one continuous shot, Alfred Hitchcock’s insidious drawing-room (or rather, dining-room) thriller was one of the director’s most stylistically daring endeavours.”

June 21st, 4pm – Becky Sharp (restored 35mm print)

“Miriam Hopkins received an Academy Award nomination for Best Actress as William Thackeray’s indomitable heroine in this sumptuous adaptation of Vanity Fair, which was the first feature film shot entirely in the newly developed three-strip Technicolor system.”

June 21st, 6:30pm – Meet Me in St. Louis

“Minnelli’s much-loved musical classic spans a year in the life of the sizable Smith clan in turn-of-the-century St. Louis, whose youngest members — preening beauty queen Rose (Lucille Bremer), winsome, romantic Esther (Judy Garland), and pint-sized firecracker Tootie (Margaret O’Brien) — are eagerly awaiting the arrival of the 1904 World’s Fair in their city.”

June 23rd, 6:30pm – Bonnie and Clyde (35mm print)

“Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway became instant icons as the famed Depression-era outlaws in director Arthur Penn’s zeitgeist-altering masterpiece.”

June 25th, 8:45pm – Heaven Can Wait (35mm print)

“A recently deceased playboy recounts his lifetime of amorous adventures to a bemused Satan, in Ernst Lubitsch’s charming comedy-fantasy.”

June 27th, 3:30pm – The Wizard of Oz (archival 35mm print)

“The classic fantasy film looks even more spectacular in this magnificent 35mm print, struck during the last revival of the Technicolor dye-transfer process in the 1990s.”

June 28th, 3:30pm – Fiddler on the Roof (introduced by director Norman Jewison)

“Norman Jewison’s beloved, Academy Award-winning adaptation of the internationally acclaimed musical has become a classic for film and theatre lovers alike.”

June 30th, 9pm – All That Heaven Allows

“Rock Hudson and Jane Wyman star in this classic May-December romance which is considered the summit of director Douglas Sirk’s magnificent Technicolor melodramas.”

July 2nd, 6:30pm – Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

“Baby-voiced blonde Marilyn Monroe and brash brunette Jane Russell embark on a European cruise in search of love and loot in Howard Hawks’ classic musical comedy.”

July 2nd, 8:30pm – Charade

“Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn luxuriate in early-’60s chic in Stanley Donen’s Hitchcockian comedy-thriller.”

July 4th, 1pm – The Black Pirate (35mm print)

“The third feature to be shot in the early, two-strip Technicolor process, this high-seas adventure is one of the last great action epics from the swashbuckling sovereign of silent cinema, Douglas Fairbanks.”

July 4th, 4pm – The Adventures of Robin Hood (35mm print introduced by Scott Higgins, author of Harnessing the Rainbow: Technicolor Aesthetics in the 1930s)

“The incomparable Errol Flynn stars as the bandit of Sherwood Forest in the definitive Golden Age swashbuckler.”

July 5th, 3:30pm – The Naked Spur (35mm print)

“A driven bounty hunter acquires unwanted partners as he tries to escort a wanted killer out of the wilderness, in the third and best of five classic westerns pairing director Anthony Mann and star James Stewart.”

July 7th, 6:30pm – Black Narcissus

“A young Mother Superior (Deborah Kerr) struggles with a maelstrom of carnal passions in a mountaintop nunnery near Darjeeling, in this glorious Technicolor fever dream from legendary writing-directing duo Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger.”

July 11th, 6:30pm – The Red Shoes (4K restoration introduced by Bob Hoffman, VP of Marketing and Public Relations for Technicolor)

“Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger’s tale of a beautiful ballerina caught between her art and her love for a young composer is simply one of the most gorgeous colour films ever made.”

July 12th, 6pm – The Tales of Hoffmann (4K restoration introduced by Bob Hoffman)

“Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger’s dazzling cinematic envisioning of the Jacques Offenbach opera is even more ambitious and formally adventurous than their celebrated The Red Shoes.”

July 16th, 8:45pm – Bigger than Life

“A gentle schoolteacher (James Mason) is turned into a malevolent monster by the side effects of a cortisone treatment, in Nicholas Ray’s searing critique of 1950s conformity.”

July 18th, 6pm – Magnificent Obsession (Technicolor Master Class taught by filmmaker Guy Maddin)

“A spoiled playboy (Rock Hudson) finds redemption when he sets out to cure the blindness of the woman he loves (Jane Wyman), in this first of Douglas Sirk’s luscious colour melodramas for producer Ross Hunter.”

July 25th, 3:30pm – Rear Window (archival 35mm print)

“James Stewart and Grace Kelly star in Hitchcock’s nerve-wracking study of voyeurism, obsession and murder.”

July 26th, 5:30pm – Apocalypse Now Redux

“Francis Ford Coppola’s hallucinatory Vietnam epic is one of the most ambitious and awe-inspiring war movies ever made.”

August 1st, 3pm – The River (restored 35mm print)

“Jean Renoir’s Technicolor masterpiece chronicles the everyday lives and growing pains of three young women growing up on the Ganges.”

August 2nd, 1pm – The African Queen (4K restoration)

“Humphrey Bogart and Katharine Hepburn star in director John Huston’s classic comic adventure film.”

August 2nd, 6pm – The Godfather

“Marlon Brando won (and famously refused) his second Best Actor Oscar as the dignified Don Vito Corleone in Francis Ford Coppola’s Shakespearean portrait of a powerful Mafia family.”

August 9th, 1pm – Ohayo (Good Morning) (35mm print)

“A remake and update of Yasujiro Ozu’s marvellous silent I Was Born, But…, this delightful satire of fifties consumerism is one of the great Japanese director’s best-loved films.”

August 13th, 8:45pm – The Four Feathers (35mm print)

“Charged with cowardice by his friends, an upper-class non-conformist adopts a native disguise and plunges into the maelstrom of the Madhist war in Sudan, in this spectacular Technicolor adaptation of the venerable adventure novel by A.E.W. Mason.”

We get it, it’s the time of year when theaters are pushing ghosts, creepy possessed dolls, and axe-murderers onto the masses. But that’s not everyone’s jam. No taste for the supernatural but still want that rush of adrenaline? We’ve got you covered. Here are 13 of the most formidably frightening films we could think of, guaranteed to set your skin crawling and max out your energy bill with how many lights you’ll need on. Forget those psycho villains, the wide world of cinema offers plenty more thrills without ’em.

Jurassic Park

Jurassic Park was the first movie my parents went to see on their own before deciding to let my brother and I see it in theaters. Not a bad idea as I was 10 and he was 9 when it released in 1993. Even with their blessing, in my first viewing of the film I had to leave the theater during the iconic t-rex chase scene because the adrenaline rush was too much for little me. As one of Stephen Spielberg’s absolute masterpieces, what makes this tale of extinct animals brought to life so thrilling is the perfect combination of Spielberg’s expert pacing and detailed visuals. Incorporating some of the first truly successful CG elements with elaborately crafted mechanics, the film had children and adults alike wondering if Spielberg had actually recreated dinosaurs. In one of the film’s most panic-inducing scenes, two kids (who 10-year old me identified with a little too well) crawl in fear around a stainless steel kitchen to elude two smart velociraptors. Their clacking claws on the kitchen tile, their echoing barks, and roving eyes searching for their prey still cause me to breakout in a cold sweat. [Ananda]

Gravity

First off, watching Gravity outside of a theater is significantly easier to handle than when the endless vacuum of space is projected onto a huge eyeball encompassing screen. Second, I can say from experience that seeing this film on a first date may cause you to relate stressful feelings toward that person and may impede the success of future dates. As Sandra Bullock’s Dr. Stone spins uncontrollably into the dark depths of space when her astronaut team is hit by an unexpected debris shower hurtling at them, viewers are introduced to a nightmare they’d previously been unable to imagine without actual space travel exposure. The never-ending inertia of zero-gravity and the utter loneliness of space are so absolutely realistic as we remain fixed inside Dr. Stone’s helmet, floating with her. A true survival tale, every difficulty she encounters is petrifying. Forget “edge of your seat,” this film has you clinging to the seat back, feet lifted, doubting everything you ever learned about physics and solidifying that those silly childhood dreams you had of being an astronaut were really, really not thought out. [Ananda]

Rear Window

The official “Master of Suspense” excelled at films that weren’t strictly speaking “horror” but were always enthralling. The one that presents the most uncomfortable feelings of distress for me as I watch it is my favorite of Hitchcock’s, Rear Window. Jimmy Stewart’s wheelchair-bound photo journalist Jeff starts to notice his neighbor in the apartment complex across the way has been behaving quite suspiciously. A scenario made incredibly relatable as his daily observances seem to affirm his rising paranoia. As he and his beautiful girlfriend Lisa (Grace Kelly) push boundaries, eventually breaking into the man’s apartment, Hitchcock leaves us feeling just as vulnerable as Jeff is when forced to watch as the man comes home during the break-in and catches on to Jeff. Using Jeff’s telescopic camera lens to focus in on the scene, there’s hardly a shot so chilling as when the burly man turns to look straight at Jeff, and the audience, instilling instant fear. [Ananda]

A Clockwork Orange

This 1971 Kubrick directed dystopian crime thriller is spine-chilling entirely because of the lurid actions of its main character, Alex. A sociopathic hoodlum, Alex leads his band of thugs on a crime spree that includes plenty of raping and pillaging. With the same creepy effervescence of a clown, Alex’s enjoyment of his actions and the way these scenes are drawn out and narrated with his cockney slang all add to the difficulty of watching it. From the gang’s outfits to their brutal actions, there is plenty of truly disturbing imagery. The moog-filled soundtrack by Wendy Carlos only adds to the ill-feeling. Not even Alex’s eventual capture and brainwashing lead to any sort of relief as the film leaves us with a sense that a “cure” for sociopathy is simply impossible. [Ananda]

Deliverance

This one’s for city slickers like me. Maybe it was my upbringing, or my longtime aversion to sleeping on the ground (others think “sleeping under the stars”; I think “sharp rocks on my spine”), but nature always frightened me. The four businessmen who choose to leave the concrete jungle and spend a weekend retreat floating down a river in the middle of nowhere in John Boorman’s Deliverance serve as filmic vindication of my fear of the great outdoors. (That’s how I look at it, at least.) While their excursion starts out pleasantly enough, the nightmarish events that await down the river subsequently ravage their minds and bodies, and while Boorman’s film is a pretty one (those trees…), it’s also given us some of the most iconically disturbing moments in movies. The film, starring the great Jon Voigt and Burt Reynolds, doesn’t fit squarely into the horror genre, but it’s as freaky as they come. Hillbillies give me the willies. [Bernard]

Requiem for a Dream

Darren Aronofsky’s quick-cut tale of addiction is one of the few films I’ve ever had to turn off and finish when there was more daylight to be had. Watching it alone isn’t just scary, the sensory overload may lead us sensitive folk straight into full-blown panic attacks. Following four different people, each with different drug addictions, it’s hard to decide which storyline is most traumatizing. For me Ellen Burstyn’s character, Sara, was most relatable as she starts taking over the counter amphetamine pills to aid in her obsession to lose a little weight. Her jitters, teeth grinding, and sedative-induced hallucinations aren’t even the hardest scenes of the film to watch, but a scene where she experiences the delusion that her own fridge attacks her will make anyone reconsider crash dieting. And then there’s all the heroin addicts that make up the rest of the characters. Not an easy watch, but the closest thing non-users will get to experiencing the actual horrors of drug addiction. [Ananda]

Hard Candy

Before David Slade made the hellish Alaskan vampire chiller 30 Days of Night (and later, one of those Twilight movies), he made a more subtly terrifying movie in his directorial debut, Hard Candy. The revenge fantasy stars Ellen Page as a 14-year-old girl who dupes a man she believes is a pedophile (Patrick Wilson) into letting her into his home. She then proceeds to outsmart and physically abuse the guy in gruesome fashion (the film came out when torture films like Audition and Hostel were cool), she threatens to expose him for the predator he is. It’s such a sadistic, monstrous film not because of gore or jump scares, but because of the psychological trauma we suffer along with the man as the girl toys with his precious…manhood. Revenge is messy, and deep down, although we hate to admit it, the whole “eye for an eye” philosophy exists on the ugly side of human nature. [Bernard]

127 Hours

Sometimes movies are scariest not when we’re shown the quick, flashy death of a faceless victim, but when we’re allowed to spend time with a person as they face death itself, feeling the weight of mortality sink into our bones and theirs, the character’s face growing pale along with ours. 127 Hours is the most extreme example of this there is. Based on a true story (which makes it scarier), James Franco plays real-life mountain climber Aron Rolston, who on a solo hike got trapped under a boulder in the middle of nowhere and had to do the unthinkable (with a small knife) to attempt to free himself from the crag. “What if that were me?” is the thought that’s on repeat as you watch Danny Boyle’s minimalistic meditation on the human spirit, and while most consider the film a story of heart and resiliency, the film plays more like a living nightmare for those like me who are scared shitless of mountain climbing, suffer from mild claustrophobia, and have never broken a bone. Much like Deliverance, 127 Hours demonstrates just how disastrous things can get when you’re out in the wild. [Bernard]

Martha Marcy May Marlene

Elizabeth Olsen plays Martha, a girl who attempts to reunite with her family after spending years away on a hippy cult compound, in Martha Marcy May Marlene, an unsettling mind-fuck drama by Sean Durkin. In the role that announced her as a serious talent to watch, Olsen is a picture of mental collapse as her soul-sick eyes telling most of Martha’s twisted story. The always-excellent John Hawkes delivers one of his spookiest performances as the cult leader who strips Martha of everything, mentally and physically, damning her to a life of perpetual paranoia and torment. Indoctrination and loss of identity are horrible things to think about, and Martha makes you think about them from every angle until your blood curdles and you’re as deeply troubled as the poor girl on-screen. [Bernard]

Shock Corridor

It’s typically a beautiful thing when someone devotes their life to their craft, but Shock Corridor serves as a stark warning that, yes, there is a line, and if you cross it you may not come back. (You hear that, Shia?) In Sam Fuller’s mind-bending masterpiece, Peter Breck plays Johnny Barrett, a journalist who feigns mental sickness to get himself committed to an insane asylum where he hopes to solve a murder three inmates were the only witnesses to. Off the deep end he goes. It’s a decidedly melodramatic film with lots of over-acting and pretentious dialogue, but the wackiness of it all sort of makes it scarier, distancing the film from the firm ground of reality in a way that’s really quite disturbing. Barrett’s “fake it ’til you make it” approach may have gotten him into the looney bin as planned, though “fake it ’til you break it” seems a more apt phrase for what happens to his brain once he’s locked in. [Bernard]

Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory

So much of Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory is enchanting and fun and delightful that it’s easy to forget the crazy levels of creepiness it reaches in a handful of unforgettably weird scenes. For one, the kids who fail Wonka’s cleverly orchestrated morality tests meet their fates in ways so bizarre and twisted you could look at the film as a loose precursor to recent Rube Goldberg death extravaganzas like the Saw series. On top of that, there’s Gene Wilder’s climactic spluttering tirade that reminds you of that time your dad caught you drawing on the wall with crayons when you were a kid. Traumatic! And don’t get me started on that acid-trip boat ride. “Is it raining is it snowing? Is a hurricane a’blowing?” You’re freaking me out, man! Just give me some snozberries and let me off the boat! [Bernard]

Mulholland Drive

Choosing only one of Lynch’s films to include in this list proves quite difficult, we mentioned in our latest podcast just how frightening a phone call in Lost Highway was and I mention that almost every scene of Eraserhead gives me the willies, but the Lynch film that is so genuinely start-to-finish utterly unnerving that it almost classifies as horror is without a doubt Mulholland Drive. Every scene of this dream-like film is confusingly creepy, one of the earliest scenes even includes a man who literally dies of terror when a nightmare he had proves to be reality. And that’s why this film is so scary, it can’t be trusted. No character is set in stone (not all of them even know who they are at any given moment) and the storyline literally snaps part of the way through and starts again with a whole new set of rules. Trying to make actual sense of the film isn’t advised, but the tension is real in every feverish scene that makes up the whole. [Ananda]

Sleeping With The Enemy

The most terrifying scenarios in film, to me, are those based in very real situations. It’s a sad reality that spousal abuse is one such real situation and no film has left me more scarred by the extent to which a controlling abusive spouse will go then this 1991 thriller. In it, Julia Roberts plays Laura, a young wife whose marriage to an affluent physically abusive jerk becomes unbearable. Laura fakes her own elaborate death and takes off to start a new life in a small town. But her husband starts to doubt her death, obviously there was no body found, and starts the hunt for her. There are plenty of close-call hold-your-breath types of scenes but the most formidable aspect is that feeling a good thriller permeates viewers with, which is a total sense of the villain’s ceaseless energy to pursue his weak prey. The climax, where Laura realizes her husband has found her because her bathroom towels have been aligned in his obsessive perfectionist style, is an exercise in slow dawning terror. [Ananda]

If you’re in the Bay Area this weekend, I highly recommend you check out the San Francisco Silent Film Festival, which will host the “Hitchcock 9”, a series of films from Hitchcock’s early days as a director in the silent era. These classics have been beautifully restored and will be projected on the big screen with live music. Silent films play a vital role in the history of cinema, and festivals like this are guaranteed to make all your future movie-going experiences richer!

In our first feature honoring the Hitchcock 9, we looked at 9 of the Best “Talkie” scenes from Hitchcock. With this feature we’re going to count down Hitchcock’s 9 Best “Silent” scenes. We chose to include only films made after the Hitchcock 9 to take a look at how he exhibited the tools and principles he learned and retained from the silent era in his later works. Though some of these scenes do have some dialog in them, it’s largely disposable and the scenes work purely because of the imagery and score. Using his vast visual vocabulary and some of cinema’s most unforgettable scores, Hitchcock plays us like Beethoven played his piano.

9 Best “Silent” Scenes from Alfred Hitchcock

#9 — Sabotage (1936) — Bus Bomb

This classic scene got a nice little “cameo” in Quentin Tarantino’s Inglorious Basterds. It’s an almost perfect example of Hitchcock doing what he does better than anybody—creating suspense. I say “almost” because, well…I’ll let the man explain for himself:

A boy is tasked with delivering a package which, unbeknownst to him, contains a bomb that will detonate within minutes. We’re aware of how much danger the boy is in (Hitchcock reminds us with cuts to various clocks), but he isn’t, which is a basic recipe for suspense. Other than the scene’s unsavory conclusion, it’s a classic example of Hitchcock pushing all the right buttons to get us to squirm in our seats.

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#8 — Frenzy (1972) — Fingersnappin’

A serial killer has hidden one of his victims (a young woman) in a potato sack on a truck (Hitchcock was never big on practicality). Minutes later, he notices he’s missing his very distinctive (and incriminating) tie pin, which he realizes she must have snatched during the murder. He returns to the truck to search the mountain of sacks for the one containing the body, when the truck suddenly starts moving. Hilarity ensues! Hitchcock was a master at getting his audience to identify with his villains (see Strangers on a Train, Psycho) and this scene accomplishes this in the funniest fashion. The killer has difficulty wresting the pin from the corpse—he gets a cold dead foot in the face and even gets knocked on his ass a couple times. The body is stricken with rigor mortis, so the killer has to gruesomely break the poor girl’s fingers to pry his pin out of her cold dead hands. It’s like a morbid episode of Mr. Bean.

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#7 — Rear Window (1954) — I See You, You See Me

The nightmare of a voyeur is for the person they’re snooping on to look straight back at them, and Hitchcock captures this vividly and thrillingly in Rear Window. James Stewart has been spying on his neighbors from his apartment window, and we peep along with him (an inventive use of Hitchcock’s patented “subjective” filmmaking). Grace Kelly invades the home of Raymond Burr, and we boil with helpless anxiety as Burr catches her in the act and gets violent. When Burr catches on to the plot and shoots an evil eye at Stewart (and us) it’s a terrifying shock. After countless shots of observing the neighbors from a god’s-eye-view, Burr’s stare feels like a knife in the gut. It’s a great Hitchcock moment.

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#6 — The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956) — Assassination at Royal Albert Hall

Man, this one’s a beauty. It’s also truly “silent”—there’s not a word spoken, only Bernard Herrmann’s gorgeous rendition of “Storm Clouds Cantata”, the lifeblood of the scene. Every shot—of the massive Royal Albert Hall, its grinning, opulent guests, the sea of white that is the choir, and our heroes, Doris Day and James Stewart)—is goddamn pretty. They’re masterfully composed, full of life, perfectly sequenced, and the colors are a revelation. Though it’s easy to get lost in the glorious eye candy, there’s real tension to this scene, which is sold brilliantly by Day. The shot of Reggie Nadler pointing his gun at the screen is as “3-D” as any “3-D” movie to come out in the past ten years.

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#5 — Dial M for Murder (1954) — Death by Scissors

No matter how many times I see it, the telephone murder scene in Dial M For Murder is always suspenseful, always nail-bitingly delicious. This is Hitchcock at his sharpest—every beat is orchestrated perfectly. The editing is immaculate—each shot adds a new layer of suspense and gives the scene momentum. When the camera semi-circles around from Grace Kelly’s front to her back, then cuts to her front again revealing Robert Cummings standing behind her in strangle mode, it’s truly terrifying (even though we know Cummings has been there all along). Dimitri Tiomkin’s score is as effective as Hitchcock’s visuals.

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#4 — The Birds (1963) — A Murder of Crows

Tippi Hedren is leisurely smoking a cigarette on a bench outside an elementary school, waiting for the children inside to be dismissed. Crows begin to gather on a jungle gym behind her. At first, we see only a few of them, but then we glance away and look again to see several more have appeared without a sound, seemingly out of nothing. We look away and back again and gasp in terror as their numbers are now so great they resemble a demonic, jet-black cloud clinging to the children’s playground. There’s no telling when they’ll strike, but they surely will. The scene is so alarming because of the context the sound provides—the only sound is the faint sound of the children inside singing a youthful tune, reminding us of the stakes.

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#3 — Vertigo (1958) — The Green Ghost

By the time we reach this scene in Vertigo, James Stewart’s whirlwind of obsession is at its most turbulent. As Kim Novak floats into the room as Madeline, drenched in that uneasy green light, time stands still. We lose our breath, at once in awe and frozen with fear. Stewart’s face is full of desperation, yearning, elation, and pain, a face he only ever used once. Novak is a stirring vision, a guaranteed heart-stopper. Hitchcock was sometimes criticized for his stiff, immobile camerawork, but he circles his camera around Stewart and Novak to create a remarkable image. As we circle, the hotel room around them magically melts away and they’re transported to the stables where they’ve kissed before, then back to the room again, all in one sensuous effects shot. No other Hitchcock scene gets under the skin quite like this one.

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#2 — North by Northwest (1959) — Nowhere to Hide

What I love most about Hitchcock was his defiant nature. He loved to challenge cinematic conventions. He noticed that in the early days of film (especially in German cinema, of which he was a student) chase scenes were claustrophobic, typically set at night in dark alleyways with armed mysterious men in trench coats lurking around every shadowy turn. So what did Hitch do? He set his chase scene in North by Northwest in broad daylight, in a wide-open field, with the pursuer being a dangerously low-flying crop duster. Hitchcock was breaking the rules, chuckling to himself the whole way. This is Hitchcock at his most precise and virtuosic, a symphony of masterstrokes that adds up to one of the most iconic scenes in movie history, only second to…

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#1 — Psycho (1960) — Nothing Like a Hot Shower After a Long Hard AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

It’s hard to think of a scene more watched, more beloved, more dissected, more memorable than this one. Its mark on movies and pop culture is indelible. The bracing imagery and staccato cuts are taken to another world by Bernard Herrmann’s thrashing strings. The first people who saw the scene in Psycho had their whole world flipped upside-down when their heroine (the stunning Janet Leigh) was cut to pieces only 45 minutes into the film. They screamed, jumped, ran in the aisles, and collectively thought “What the hell happens now?” They were conditioned to expect movies to play out a certain way. Hitchcock exploited this with Psycho, and because of this scene he was now free to take them to places they’d never been. He pulled an epic swerve on them, the clever devil. As I write this I have the scene playing on repeat in the background. Moments ago I was sinking my nose into my laptop, absorbed in typing this blather, and the strings hit out of nowhere and scared the shit out of me! It’s a dreadful sound. Somewhere out there, Hitch is still chuckling.

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Be sure to come out to the “Hitchcock 9” this weekend at the Castro Theatre in San Francisco!