When many were rushing to rewatch “Contagion,” the eerily prophetic 2011 Steven Soderbergh film about the outbreak of an easily transmitted virus, I was searching for more comforting escapes.
I reached for “North by Northwest” the way a baby grasps for a pacifier. Even in a pandemic, it’s incredibly hard to watch “North by Northwest” without a perpetual grin on your face.
Its jauntiness, buoyed by Bernard Herrmann’s score, can outlast any calamity. The one we find ourselves in now doesn’t feel so dissimilar to the blindsiding, why-me mystery Cary Grant stumbles into.
We were just standing there, minding our own business, when suddenly a crop duster on the horizon turned and headed straight for us.
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