A dream within a dream: Vertigo is a gift that keeps on giving to those that love to read between the lines and analyse every nuance (a film that is prescribed for every film student, and is a must-watch for everyone that would like to be reminded of the potential for the medium that unfortunately too few films of our present-day dares to aspire to).  I’ve read analysis of the film dealing with fetishism (based on later scenes where James Stewart’s character becomes an obsessive dresser of a younger woman) but the fetishism is palpable much earlier in the film as an unmarried older man becomes a voyeur of, arrangement after being forced into retirement in the aftermath of a traumatic event (James Stewart’s ‘scotty’ is himself worshipped by an obsessively-bored career women that he has effectively placed in the ‘friend zone’).

Saviour of, and undressing of, a much younger woman he is assigned to follow on the basis of a personal on the surface, the subject of his assignment is possessed by the ghost of a life cut short, he, in turn, is possessed by the ghost of someone whose life is also seemingly cut short (almost as if we ourselves are observing apparitions passing in and out of our own consciousness).

Above this all is a manipulation of our weaknesses and curiosity (just like scotty is manipulated by a childhood friend, we are manipulated by a puppet-master of filmmaking towards his own ends).