A good year for women on film, as exemplified in new releases The Eyes of My Mother, Miss Sloane, and more
Matthew Lickona 5 p.m., Dec. 9
A premise with broad appeal for the casual and occasional voyeur: a globe-trotting photojournalist, confined to a wheelchair with a broken leg, whiling away the hours of a summer hot spell by spying on his neighbors around the tenement courtyard, begins to suspect the neighbor across the way of having done away with his wife. And a treatment of high, not broad, appeal for the more than casual and occasional moviegoer: an unusual amount of material done in extreme long shot. Or, to say the same thing another way, an unusual amount done in first-person point-of-view shots. (Better, however, to say it the other way: Hitchcock's rigorously choreographed camera movement, as in all his "subjective" work, does not correspond terribly well to the human eye.) With James Stewart, Grace Kelly, Thelma Ritter, and Raymond Burr. 1954.