{"product_id":"hitchcocks-blondes-isbn-9780593542972","title":"Hitchcock's Blondes","description":"\u003cb\u003eBestselling author of \u003ci\u003eCapote’s Women\u003c\/i\u003e Laurence Leamer shares an engrossing account of the enigmatic director Alfred Hitchcock that finally puts the dazzling actresses he cast in his legendary movies at the center of the story.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlfred Hitchcock was fixated—not just on the dark, twisty stories that became his hallmark, but also by the blond actresses who starred in many of his iconic movies. The director of \u003ci\u003eNorth by Northwest\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eRear Window\u003c\/i\u003e, and other classic films didn’t much care if they wore wigs, got their hair coloring out of a bottle, or were the rarest human specimen—a natural blonde—as long as they shone with a golden veneer on camera. The lengths he went to in order to showcase (and often manipulate) these women would become the stuff of movie legend. But the women themselves have rarely been at the center of the story, until  now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn \u003ci\u003eHitchcock’s Blondes, \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling biographer Laurence Leamer offers an intimate journey into the lives of eight legendary actresses whose stories helped chart the course of the troubled, talented director’s career—from his early days in the British film industry, to his triumphant American debut, to his Hollywood heyday and beyond. Through the stories of June Howard-Tripp, Madeleine Carroll, Ingrid Bergman, Grace Kelly, Janet Leigh, Kim Novak, Eva Marie Saint, and Tippi Hedren—who starred in fourteen of Hitchcock’s most notable films and who bore the brunt of his fondness and sometimes fixation—we can finally start to see the enigmatic man himself. After all, “his” blondes (as he thought of them) knew the truths of his art, his obsessions and desires, as well as  anyone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom the acclaimed author of \u003ci\u003eCapote’s Women\u003c\/i\u003e comes an intimate, revealing, and thoroughly modern look at both the enduring art created by a man obsessed…and the private toll that fixation took on the women in his orbit.One of \u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e’s 41 New Fall Books We’re Most Excited to Read \u003cbr\u003eOne of \u003ci\u003eCrimeReads\u003c\/i\u003e’ Most Anticipated Crime Reads of Fall 2023 \u003cbr\u003eOne of \u003ci\u003ePureWow\u003c\/i\u003e’s 9 Books We Can’t Wait to Read in October\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An important and enthralling story that will change not only the way we experience Hitch’s movies but the way we view ourselves. It is a tale more disturbing than any Hitchcock film. Read it with all the lights on.” —Sam Kashner, coauthor of \u003ci\u003eThe Fabulous Bouvier Sisters: The Tragic and Glamorous Lives of Jackie and Lee\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Fascinating and comprehensive.” —\u003ci\u003eBoston Herald\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Through their work and place as the prism for Hitchcock's obsessions and desires, we come to understand the inner workings of his mind—and how these women were key to constructing a legend of his own devising” —\u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Laurence Leamer subverts the cliche of the \"Hitchcock blonde\" who was putty in the hands of a sado-masochistic director. His impressive book reveals a garden of polychromatic blondes, who are human beings as well as fine actresses, and whose disparate backstories and complicated relationships with Hitchcock, on and off the set, made for some of his greatest films.\" —Patrick McGilligan, author of \u003ci\u003eAlfred Hitchcock: A Life in Darkness and Light\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"In \u003ci\u003eHitchcock's Blondes\u003c\/i\u003e, Laurence Leamer brings to life the remarkable golden goddesses of Hitchcock's films and shows how they often paid a price for his inability to charm and captivate them in real life. A guilty pleasure.\" —Jon Krampner, author of \u003ci\u003eErnest Lehman: The Sweet Smell of Success\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Prolific author Leamer provides ample biographical background regarding each actor to buttress his revelations concerning Hitchcock’s Machiavellian modus operandi and enhances his premise with just enough titillating behind-the-scenes details to entice devoted movie buffs.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Leamer excels at dissecting Hitchcock’s filmic genius and odd proclivities.” —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Leamer serves up a breezy and gossip-filled group biography of Alfred Hitchcock's blonde leading ladies...[F]ilm buffs will come away from this page-turner with a better understanding of Hitchcock and the stars that populate his films.\" —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Vaunted best-selling nonfiction and biography author Laurence Leamer has penned a gem with \u003ci\u003eHitchcock’s Blondes\u003c\/i\u003e…If you love movies, \u003ci\u003eHitchcock’s Blondes\u003c\/i\u003e is essential reading.” —\u003ci\u003eBookTrib\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A readable and fascinating examination of Hitchcock’s secret life…Leamer subtly shows Hitchcock’s genius and his shadowy psyche, his ability to push emotions away, using irony as his shield.” —\u003ci\u003eBook Reporter\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“From the author of \u003ci\u003eCapote’s Women\u003c\/i\u003e comes a book about Hitchcock’s longtime fixation on a highly specific interpretation of womanhood and femininity. Essential reading for anyone interested in the great director and how his tastes were instrumental in creating the dense thriller and noir aesthetic we see today.” —\u003ci\u003eCrimeReads\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Laurence Leamer peels away the glamour of Hollywood to detail the director’s troubling relationships with eight high-profile blonds who starred in his movies. Readers unfamiliar with Alfred Hitchcock’s methods will learn about his obsession with these women and, explicitly, how he controlled every aspect of their lives.” —\u003ci\u003eWashington City Paper\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “The bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eCapote’s Women\u003c\/i\u003e turns his focus to Alfred Hitchcock in his latest…In \u003ci\u003eHitchcock’s Blondes\u003c\/i\u003e, Leamer offers an intimate look into the lives of eight legendary actresses—including Ingrid Bergman and Tippi Hedren—whose stories helped propel the troubled, talented director’s career forward, from Janet Leigh’s first marriage (when she was 14 years old) to forcing The 39 Steps star Madeline Carroll to rehearse while handcuffed and soaking wet.” —\u003ci\u003ePureWow\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Leamer is the first biographer to shift the focus from Hitchcock in the foreground to zoom in on the women with whom the director achieved some of his greatest works.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Orange County Register\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Through Laurence Leamer's expertly crafted, multi-layered prose, we powerfully understand just how challenging it was to be a Hitchcock leading lady, how spirited Hitchcock's heroines were, and how inspiring their stories continue to be today, especially when viewed in tandem through a single lens. A riveting read.” —Christina Lane, author of \u003ci\u003ePhantom Lady: Hollywood Producer Joan Harrison, the Woman Behind Hitchcock\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"As riveting as any thriller by ‘The Master of Suspense,’ \u003ci\u003eHitchcock's Blondes \u003c\/i\u003eilluminates how the director's fascination with his extraordinary assemblage of leading ladies often bordered on obsession. The iconic stars who captivated Hitchcock and audiences alike are brought vividly to life by Laurence Leamer. If you thought the high drama and intrigue that Hitch's ‘golden-haired girls’ encountered on screen was something, wait till you discover what went on behind the scenes.\" —Mark Griffin, author of\u003ci\u003e All That Heaven Allows: A Biography of Rock Hudson\u003c\/i\u003e\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author\u003cb\u003e Laurence Leamer \u003c\/b\u003eis a leading biographer of the rich and powerful, including \u003ci\u003eCapote’s Women\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eMadness Under the Royal Palms\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Kennedy Women\u003c\/i\u003e, among many other books. He lives in Washington, D.C., and Palm Beach, Florida.\u003cb\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA Fairy Tale\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTippi Hedren was not afraid of birds. In her dressing room, the thirty-two-year-old actress had a raven named Buddy. Hedren was costarring in \u003ci\u003eThe Birds\u003c\/i\u003e, Alfred Hitchcock's film set in the Northern California seaside town of Bodega Bay, whose avian population was slowly, strangely turning on the residents and attacking them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBuddy was not like those birds. He pranced around, messing with Hedren's makeup, amusing her endlessly. Buddy was her one true friend on the set, so much so that she put a sign on her dressing room door saying \"Buddy and Tippi.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs far as Hedren was concerned, her Hollywood story had begun as a fairy tale. One morning Hitchcock saw the blond model in an ad for a diet drink on television; the renowned director was so enraptured that he signed her to play the female lead in his next film. At her age, Hedren's days as a top model were over. She knew how lucky she was that Hitchcock had come forward. Hedren knew almost nothing about acting, but Hitchcock took her and molded her into the image he desired.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat was all wonderful, but strange things started happening once The Birds began shooting. Hitchcock warned the other men involved in the production to stay away from Hedren. She was often alone on set and increasingly isolated. A single mother, Hedren was lonely and missing her child during the long shooting days. One day, she said Hitchcock tried to embrace her in the chauffeur-driven car in which they were traveling.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Hedren waited to be called to the set, the assistant director, James H. Brown, entered her dressing room. He appeared worried.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What's the matter with you?\" Hedren asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"We can't use the mechanical birds,\" he said, the words barely audible.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Uh, well, what are we going to use?\" Hedren asked, though the answer should have been obvious.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The mechanical birds don't work, and we have to use real ones.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis startled Hedren, and it took her a while to compose herself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHedren had already suffered through the birds attacking her and various schoolchildren as they ran down the street in Bodega Bay. But that was nothing like the scores of birds set to go after Hedren this morning as she opened the attic door.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn Hitchcock's four decades of filmmaking, there had never been a scene like this-two minutes so dangerous and, in the director's mind, so \u003ci\u003epleasurable\u003c\/i\u003e to an audience seeking vicarious thrills. Hedren knew the scene had to be shot. As apprehensive as she was, what choice did she have but to leave her dressing room and walk out on the set?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHedren saw that the crew had built a cage attached to the attic door. The trainers inside wore long, thick leather gloves to protect themselves. Beside them sat four good-sized boxes full of ravens and gulls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Hedren stood before the closed door, Hitchcock yelled, \"Action!\" She opened the door, and the handlers started hurling live birds at her. The flapping of feathers, the screams, the squawks-it was terrifying for everyone on set. If this had gone on for a few takes, that would have been one thing. But Hitchcock insisted on continuing until he got every shot he believed he needed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDays passed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn the fifth straight day of shooting this scene, to get the most intimate perspectives of the attacking birds, the crew attached elastic bands to Hedren and tied the feet of several birds to the bands.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Action,\" Hitchcock shouted. The birds had been trained to claw at a person, and they did their job well. Hedren already had bruises over much of her body from days of working with the creatures, but this was a whole new level of hurt. The assault continued until the middle of the afternoon, when one of the birds pecked near Hedren's eyes. An inch or two closer, and she might have lost her sight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHedren could take no more. \"I'm finished,\" she said. The handlers untied the birds and put them in the cartons. Hedren lay on the floor of the set, crying. Silence fell. When she finally looked up, everyone was gone, and she was alone on the vast soundstage. She did not know whether her colleagues were ashamed or just glad the business was over.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen she managed to pull herself together enough to get up and retreat to her dressing room, her raven, Buddy, was there to greet her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eChapter 2\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA Naughty Boy\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen twenty-five-year-old Alfred Hitchcock arrived in Berlin in the fall of 1924, he was shocked. Not by one thing; by \u003ci\u003eeverything\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNothing, it seemed, was verboten in Berlin. Hundreds of nightclubs and bars featured every kind of sexuality, including heterosexual sex, homosexuality, lesbianism, transsexuality, and nudity. In certain corners of this world, it was possible to see the most intimate act between two humans (or maybe more) performed in public like a piece of theater. It was like nothing the cloistered young art director had ever seen back home in England.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHitchcock was a voyeur, and he had come to the right place at the right time. In Weimar-era Berlin, anything went as bourgeois German society expired. Hitchcock liked to stand outside the circle of life, watching everything that happened within its boundaries. It made sense that his preferred position was behind a camera-observing everything, but at a safe distance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe young filmmaker had a plain, abrupt face obscured by jowls. At his peak, in later years, he would weigh over three hundred pounds. His size was a burden he could not shirk. But as a young man he was merely portly, and he cared deeply about how he looked and the way he came across to others.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHitchcock was a natty dresser; he wore carefully selected clothes that shrouded his size and drew attention away from his weight. To an outside observer he appeared a worldly sort but, by his admission, he was at that time a complete rube. In fact, he did not even know how the sex act was performed until he was twenty-three. If he had been less shy at his Jesuit school, some of the boys might have taught him the facts of life in the schoolyard, but he had been friendless.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBerlin was a revelation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne evening in the German capital, Hitchcock went with two of his associates to a nightclub where men were dancing with each other, a scene straight out of Christopher Isherwood's quasi-autobiographical \u003ci\u003eThe Berlin Stories\u003c\/i\u003e, the basis for the musical \u003ci\u003eCabaret\u003c\/i\u003e. It must have been confusing, disturbing, and possibly alluring for a man of Hitchcock's secret proclivities. He said later that if he had not married his fiancée, Alma Reville, he might have become a \"poof.\" But to a fearful Catholic like Hitchcock, the idea that he would act on his temptation was unthinkable. He boarded up these closeted feelings and walked ahead, never veering from the narrow and straight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe adventure was not over. The group later met two German women at the nightclub, one in her late teens, the other around thirty. Hitchcock said the women offered to drive them home, but took the group to a hotel room instead. A savvier man would have recognized the situation for what it was, but Hitchcock's naivete again seems to have prevailed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOnce in the hotel, the women attempted to woo Hitchcock into having sex. He was shocked-titillated, yes, but also frightened. No way was he going to lose his virginity to a woman of dubious repute as his acquaintances watched, gauging his performance. As Hitchcock knew too well, fear-real fear-was not only apprehension that some evil menace would come out of the fog to bludgeon one to death. It was something like this evening's event. It was being asked to perform an act he had never performed before, that he did not know if he could do or even \u003ci\u003ewanted\u003c\/i\u003e to do-with an audience no less! But one that he must do if he wanted to be called a man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHitchcock kept saying, \"Nein, nein,\" his words so definitive that the women gave up, got into bed, and made love to each other. It was a spectacle worth observing, and one of the young women in the group pulled out her glasses so she could watch in detail.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHitchcock did not need glasses.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHitchcock never said whether the German women were blondes; if they were, he would have enjoyed the sexual spectacle even more. To Hitchcock, blond women were the epitome of female beauty, and he fixated on them. Blondes, to his eye, were not just some quirk of genetic nature; they were superior beings, Valkyries with coolness as pure as the Arctic snows encasing fiery inner beings that, to the right man, opened up in lusty wantonness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBlondes' natural home was Scandinavia and other nations around the Baltic Sea, a region where intense sunlight came with a short, bright summer-a sun-drenched season that was gone scarcely as soon as it arrived. The blondes seen in his native London, however, were almost always the product of chemistry and artifice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHitchcock looked at the world of women with geographic absolutism. \"I more or less base my idea of sexuality on northern European women,\" he said. \"I think the northern Germans, the Scandinavians, and the English are much sexier, although they don't look it, than those farther south-the Spanish, the Italians.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHitchcock knew that an inordinate amount of his success lay with the women he chose to play in his films. As a young director in London, he often watched films at newly built movie palaces as large as cathedrals. To achieve success, he would have to fill those seats again and again. As he looked across the theaters, he saw that \"women form three-quarters of the average cinema audience.\" Since they often convinced their husbands and lovers which movies they should attend, Hitchcock cannily realized that his heroines \"must be fashioned to please women rather than men... Therefore, no actress can be a good commercial proposition as a film heroine unless she pleases her own sex.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHitchcock was brutally realistic about actresses. Unlike the stage, where a middle-aged actress could masquerade as an ingenue, the camera did not flinch from the harshest truths. Even the loveliest of young women likely lasted no more than a dozen years before the shadows of age arrived and she was shuttled off the set. If the women in the audience did not like her, she was probably gone in three or four years.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEven if the young woman had everything-beauty, amiability, charm-it might not be enough for Hitchcock. \"I have to consider whether my potential heroine is sensitive to direction,\" Hitchcock wrote in 1931. \"In other words, whether she is the kind of girl I can mold into the heroine of my imagination.\" Hitchcock spent his career doing just that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCreating a Pygmalion appears a glorious thing when it is Professor Henry Higgins transforming the street waif Eliza Doolittle into a beauty who can masquerade as a princess in \u003ci\u003eMy Fair Lady\u003c\/i\u003e. But when that journey is about sexual power-a gentleman not lusting after his ideal in his book-lined study, but actually creating her in the flesh-the dark side of such a pursuit is revealed. And Hitchcock did it again and again in his films, getting off on it every time. And his audiences got off on it too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHitchcock took what in real life would likely have been considered a sick fixation on the icy, unattainable blond woman and turned it into a central part of his artistic dream. In time, Hitchcock's fantasies about the actresses who starred in his films consumed much of his creative energy-and ultimately defined a large part of his legacy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHitchcock made films in a Hollywood in which the sexual exploitation of women was a fundamental part of the culture. Actresses learned if they wanted to succeed, they first must give an Academy Award-level performance on the casting couch. Women were shuttled in and out of back rooms and hotel suites as if their only purpose in life was the pleasuring of men.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn this world, Hitchcock was an anomaly. As egregious as his conduct sometimes was-he gawped, he cajoled, he suggested-he apparently never consummated a relationship with any of the actresses in his films. That did not mean Hitchcock was disinterested in sex. He was obsessed with it. Like a street urchin standing at the window of a candy store, his nose pressed against the plate glass, he could not taste any of the sweet delights that lay within.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It is clear to me Hitchcock had Asperger's syndrome, now included in autism spectrum disorder,\" says Dr. Heath King, a psychoanalyst who taught a course on masterpieces of American film at Yale. \"He was a loner, an ogler, who sublimated his lack of sex into a voyeuristic cinema technique. The anxiety and fear he evoked in his films were a projection of his own inner anxiety and fear of an actual personal encounter when he was not in control.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Aspergers are some of the most intelligent and accomplished people anywhere, but in their profound need to speak the truth, they can be curt and unfeeling, totally unaware or dismissive of the effects their actions have on people. This lack of empathy was integral to Hitchcock's enormous gifts.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Hitchcock became one of the most famous and celebrated directors of the twentieth century, he was fixated on the blond actresses who starred in many of his classic films. The director did not care if these women wore wigs, got their hair coloring out of a bottle, or were the rarest human species-natural blondes-as long as they shone with golden veneers on camera.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe director had no interest in squandering his films on saintlike women, no \u003ci\u003eThe Bells of St. Mary's\u003c\/i\u003e for him. \u003ci\u003eHis\u003c\/i\u003e blond actresses played soiled women: thieves, adulteresses, murderers, murderers' accomplices, sluts, and vapid socialites. He purified these women in his films by making them suffer until he redeemed them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJune Howard-Tripp was the first blond actress to experience the Hitchcock touch. Known simply as \"June\" by the London West End theatrical audiences that adored the diminutive musical comedienne, June had never had a significant role in a film when approached to costar in Hitchcock's 1927 silent film \u003ci\u003eThe Lodger\u003c\/i\u003e. The director so overworked her in one scene that she almost died.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMadeleine Carroll was an emerging British star when Hitchcock signed her to costar in \u003ci\u003eThe 39 Steps (1935)\u003c\/i\u003e. In the film, Carroll is handcuffed to her costar, Robert Donat, and chased through the bogs of Scotland, leaving bruises all over her body.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Swedish-born Ingrid Bergman was the biggest star in America when she starred in \u003ci\u003eNotorious (1946)\u003c\/i\u003e. Playing the wildly promiscuous daughter of a convicted Nazi spy, she seeks to redeem herself by marrying a prominent Nazi and spying on him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGrace Kelly would one day be the number-one star too. She was near the beginning of her short-lived career when she costarred in \u003ci\u003eDial M for Murder (1954). \u003c\/i\u003eIn it, Kelly is an adulteress whose husband seeks to murder her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In \u003ci\u003eNorth by Northwest (1959)\u003c\/i\u003e, Eva Marie Saint is an undercover American agent sleeping with one of her country's enemies in an attempt to learn his secrets. She ends up being chased onto the face of Mt. Rushmore, where she and her costar Cary Grant almost fall to their deaths.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e None of Hitchcock’s blonde actresses suffered as much as Tippi Hedren, who was attacked by swarms of enraged birds in \u003ci\u003eThe Birds (1963)\u003c\/i\u003e. If that was not humiliation enough, in the director’s next film \u003ci\u003eMarnie (1964),\u003c\/i\u003e she is raped on her honeymoon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Most of these characters made it through to make themselves whole, but two did not. Hitchcock cast Kim Novak in dual roles in \u003ci\u003eVertigo (1958). \u003c\/i\u003eAn accomplice in a murder in love with a man who spurns her, she throws herself off a tower.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Janet Leigh’s character in \u003ci\u003ePsycho (1960)\u003c\/i\u003e suffers an equally ugly fate. Having stolen from her employer, she decides to face up to her crime. Before she can do so, she is knifed to death in the shower in film’s most memorable murder scene.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e These eight actresses who starred in fourteen of Hitchcock’s most notable films knew the truths of his art as well as anyone. Whether their characters lived or died, they went through intense experiences with Hitchcock, sometimes joyous and playful, other times ugly and demeaning, but creating classic films.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs much as Hitchcock sought to control these actresses, critic Camille Paglia writes, \"misogyny is a hopelessly simplistic and reductive term for the passionately conflicted attitude of major male artists toward women.\" As these actresses made memorable films with Hitchcock, he projected his complicated, tortured attitude toward women onto the screen. He recorded what Paglia calls \"the agonized complexity of men’s relationship to women—a roiling mass of admiration, longing, neediness and desperation.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Many men fear the siren call of the female, leading them to a dark jungle from which there is no escape. 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