Have you seen To Catch a Thief?
It’s one of my all-time favorite Hitchcock films (up there with Vertigo and Rear Window) and it just so happened to be Grace Kelly’s third and final film for Sir Hitchcock — a fitting end to her run as the glamorous yet daring female lead in a thriller.
Set in the French Riviera, Kelly stars alongside Cary Grant, who plays a renowned yet retired cat burglar, and the most bizarre man hunt turned love story ensues — and if I must say, its some of Kelly’s strongest wardrobe moments on screen in my opinion. Most notably, when she’s driving an ice blue convertible along the winding sea cliff roads, Grant in her passenger seat, authorities on their tail and all the while, she’s calm, cool, collected, wearing a pale pink sleeveless dress, silk scarf wrapped ever so slightly around her neck, white gloves delicately handling the wheel. She’s confident and assertive, aware of her allure and prowess, but subtle and meticulous about how she wields it.
And that’s what I love about a lot (not all though) of the heroines in Hitchcock films — they’re strong, cunning, wickedly smart and yes, they possess elegance in spades. (Cue Grace Kelly in Rear Window or perhaps Bergman’s roles in Notorious and Spellbound.) There’s a quiet resilience to them — as if they’re already in on the secret, and they’re just waiting for everyone else to catch up.
With that in mind, today’s second TWA editorial installment is a tribute to the Hitchcock silver screen starlets — the ladies who wouldn’t dream of blushing in the face of danger (in fact, they run to it!), as long as they can put on their driving gloves and a silk hair scarf for the occasion.
Now tell me, what’s your favorite Hitchcock film? And your favorite leading lady?