I wanted to get into more older films as we’ve seen them this semester, especially Hitchcock’s films, so I watched Vertigo. I knew it was famous, but I did not expect how strange and layered it feels. The movie moves between thriller, romance, and psychological drama, and each shift changes how I saw Scottie and Madeleine. Hitchcock keeps adjusting the tone until the viewer feels as unstable as Scottie does.
The early sections play like a detective story, with wide shots of San Francisco and slow, careful movement. Then the film tilts into something more romantic and obsessive, and the framing tightens around Madeleine. I noticed how the colors grow more intense as Scottie falls deeper into his fixation. Green becomes this haunting presence. When she steps out of the hotel room surrounded by green light, the moment feels unreal.

The later part of the film surprised me the most. It turns into a story about control and identity. The shift in genre makes that control easier to see. Scottie becomes less of a detective and more of a director who tries to rebuild Judy into the fantasy he cannot let go. That change in tone makes the ending feel tragic instead of suspenseful.
Watching Vertigo now, I realize how many films I’ve seen throughout my life that have borrowed from it. Hitchcock used genre as a way to expose obsession rather than hide it, and it was a bold shift.







