The other weekend, my friend was having a horror night. We watched paranormal activity and scared ourselves shitless. And then watched Don’t Look Now, which really really was not scary. It’s very of it’s time of course, but I didn’t actually mind it as an arty film, but the DVD box said best horror film of the 20th century, and it’s really not horror, is it. Even saying it’s a thriller is pushing it a bit. And the ending, I just don’t know! Where does the dwarf come from? Is she meant to have murdered the girls as well? Why does he lock the gate? What does the priest have to do with anything?
What I did like about it though were the clothes in excellent seventies style. A lot of warm colours, a lot of brown, like a faded photograph. I really liked the rich textures with tweeds and knits. And I adore Julie Christie’s curly hair! I thought it was interesting how she would not look out of place now in her a-line skirts and trench coat, but Donald Sutherland, oh dear god!
The long hair and moustache worn non-ironically, the checky suit with the giant lapel. The pukey coloured shirt. The ties! The scarves! I loved it! Ok, not the shirt, and not the moustache either, but the fact that a middle aged man unconnected to the creative industries and without an obvious interest in fashion would wear something that is quite obviously styled. Not the navy and black boringness sold to men on today’s high street whose purpose is nothing other than to not be noticed.