Strange But True Except When I Disagree
2008 November 1
Mr. & Mrs. Smith, not the Brangelina, but the original Montgomlombard. Alfred Hitchcock at his least Hitchcockian, trying to make screwball comedy and succeeding, strangely, truly, except when he makes my tummy tight. Both darkly entertaining and brightly disturbing, a hymn to domestic madness and a shriek of domestic bliss, this film should have started a new genre instead of ending an old one . . . something that could have delved deeper into the contradictions it laughs about, celebrates and nervously glances at before turning away in embarrassment.
I love this movie. Lombard is so good it hurts. Damn airplanes.
I had no idea she had died so young.
In Mr & Mrs Smith, she seemed so much more real than her costars, and I can’t quite figure out why. But I want to see her in other movies.