“I am inordinately obsessed with the stories of others — seeking within them the key to sharing my own. Like Madeleine, I’m captivated by the past; like Scottie, I have often pursued the affections of unavailable women. And like Alfred Hitchcock, I want to tell you a story about love and loss and San Francisco that reveals more about me than I ever expected to say.”
— The Royal Road
As an experimental filmmaker, I always enjoy engaging with other film texts as part of my own storytelling. In my new essay film, The Royal Road, I reference a batch of my favorite Hollywood films — all of which deal in one way or another with themes of desire, loss and nostalgia. During my research and writing process, I found myself most strongly drawn to Alfred Hitchcock’s Vertigo. This arose organically since my film treads many of the same landscapes and indulges many of the same themes as Hitchcock’s masterpiece; but I take an entirely different cinematic approach (I shoot 16mm static, durational urban landscapes with no actors, and no human figures at all in the frame).
I first moved to San Francisco from the Midwest 25 years ago (in December, 1991) to be co-director of Frameline’s San Francisco International LGBTQ Film Festival. One of the many benefits of my new job was the daily view out our front window, as the Frameline offices were fortuitously located directly across the street from one of Vertigo’s most significant locations: Mission Dolores.
On Monday September 30, 1957 Alfred Hitchcock and his crew began principal photography on Vertigo. Their very first shot (the scene in front of Mission Dolores as Kim Novak gets out of her car) was filmed at 8:15am.
Over the years, I have often had the sensation that living in San Francisco is like living on the set of Vertigo. The film has been a muse — and a Proustian Madeleine — for me for so long now, hardly a day goes by when some passing view doesn’t remind me of Vertigo’s intensely melodramatic, cinematically irresistible atmosphere.
In 1995, my Frameline festival co-director Mark Finch ended his life by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. No combination of words can describe the impact that Mark’s tragic departure had on the LGBT film community and on his friends and family. While his loss, and that moment of its occurrence, has become easier to bear with the passing years, it remains a chasm in time for those of us who loved him. And a trauma, the very thought of which still induces a sensation in me strangely akin to vertigo.
I think it’s my Scandinavian stoicism that sends me into experimental or oblique forms of expression. I can’t bear to approach my emotions too directly, can’t give myself permission for simple catharsis, which too closely resembles self-pity. Poetry, tangents, my non-fictional interests circle the topics where my pain resides. Resulting in my need to describe the entire history of suicide and the Golden Gate Bridge as a method of coping with my one particular loss; my 2005 film, The Joy of Life, was the way that I grappled with Mark’s 1995 fatal leap.
Vertigo had been a frequent point of reference in my friendship with Mark. In the three years we ran the festival together, it was always his dream to create a Vertigo locations tour for our visiting filmmakers as a special hospitality offering. In those three years, we also shared a telephone voicemail box. I always thought that the joint four-letter PIN he created for us, JUDY, was a reference to the tragic female vocalist and gay icon who sang “Over the Rainbow,” but in recent years I’ve come to think its origin was actually Judy, Kim Novak's character from Vertigo who appears in the second half of the movie, after Madeleine's death.
“Alfred Hitchcock’s Vertigo was one of my friend Mark’s favorite movies. He once drove me down to Fort Point, under the bridge, to show me the spot where Kim Novak’s Madeleine jumped into the Bay; where Jimmy Stewart’s Scottie pulled her out.
Hitchcock actually shot most of the scene on a studio lot and installed a convenient concrete stairway up to the seawall (which doesn’t really exist at Fort Point) so Scottie could suavely walk up the steps carrying Madeleine’s limp water-soaked body back to the car.
Anyone who’s ever been down there knows it would be pretty difficult to successfully kill yourself jumping off the edge of the Fort Point parking lot into the Bay — it’s maybe 10 feet down to the water.”
— The Joy of Life
For a long time after Mark killed himself, I didn’t really believe he was dead — no one had seen him jump and his body had not yet been found (he left his briefcase leaning against the railing at mid-span and a pile of suicide notes on his desk).
I would see people on the street and think it was him — like Jimmy Stewart after he thinks Madeleine has jumped from the bell tower at San Juan Bautista. And, of course, the amazing thing in the film is that Scottie does find her again, because, of course, she didn’t really jump.
Sadly Mark was never reincarnated as my Judy, I never got that second chance. Considered an unconfirmed suicide by the California Highway Patrol, his body drifted in the tides of the Pacific for nearly six weeks before being found, seven miles out to sea, off the coast of Pillar Point Harbor, some 25 miles south from where he’d jumped.
Obviously, in that Fort Point scene, Kim Novak’s Madeleine (pretending to be in her melancholy nostalgic fugue-state as Carlotta Valdez) doesn’t actually mean to kill herself and we eventually realize it’s all part of an elaborate plan to make Jimmy Stewart’s Scottie believe she really is suicidal (plus it’s a great way to set up the hottest scene in the film, in which they go back to his apartment).
Vertigo is a movie that not only beautifully captures San Francisco's mid-century urban landscapes and landmarks, but also makes them an integral part of the story. As a result, it is certainly one of the best movies ever shot on location here. In retrospect, it seems hard to understand why it wasn’t nominated for a Best Cinematography Oscar. (It was only nominated for Best Sound and Best Art Direction, and won neither.)
Vertigo is also widely recognized as one of Hitchcock’s greatest achievements in what he called “pure cinema.” In the documentary Pure Cinema: Analysis of the Hitchcock Style, Hitchcock’s biographer Donald Spoto describes the director’s definition of “pure cinema” as follows: “He wanted to use, as often as possible, strictly visual means, not dialogue, to get across the emotional impact, the feeling of a shot or a sequence… this is why, for example in a number of his films we have long stretches of silence.”
In my own filmmaking style, which has absolutely no dialogue and consists entirely of 16mm static urban landscape shots and a lyrical voiceover, I am aspiring to a related but very different kind of pure cinema — an enormous amount of emotional resonance and meaning is conveyed simply via the quiet image of the landscape itself. In the midst of this peaceful scene, my viewers are delivered into their own emotional landscapes (the rich personal associations and memories that exist inside of them from, loss and grief to love and happiness).
The shooting script for Vertigo, initially entitled From Among the Dead (adapted from the French crime novel D’Entre les Morts), was co-written by Samuel Taylor, a native San Franciscan who provided detailed descriptions of the various locations, right down to the actual street names for the sequences in which Scottie tails Madeleine as she drives around the city. A lengthy monologue by husband Gavin Elster describing Madeleine's obsession with San Francisco was unfortunately cut from the film, but it indicates the kind of nostalgic mood that Hitchcock realized he would get by shooting in San Francisco. Part of that lost monologue is recited in The Royal Road:
“Early in the film, Scottie goes to meet his old friend Gavin Elster at his shipyard office. Out the window of the studio set behind him we see the rear-projected image of the cranes at the San Francisco Dry Docks down at Pier 70.
‘The things that spell San Francisco to me are disappearing fast,’ says Elster, voicing a perennial lament clearly as old as the city itself.
In Vertigo’s original screenplay (in a lengthy reflection removed from the final shooting script), Gavin Elster gives an impassioned description of the siren lure of San Francisco and its impact on his wife.
‘You know what San Francisco does to people who have never seen it before,’ Elster begins.
‘All of it happened to Madeleine, but with such an intensity as to be almost frightening.
She was like a child come home. Everything about the city excited her; she had to walk all the hills, explore the edge of the ocean, see all the old houses and wander the old streets; and when she came upon something unchanged, something that was as it had been, her delight was so strong, so fiercely possessive! These things were hers.’
Elster’s monologue goes on to make the claim that: ‘something in the city possessed her.’”
In 1996, the year after Mark died, I got to see the restored re-release of Vertigo at the Castro Theatre. I went to a weekday matinee. I left the theater in a wonderful post-film altered state, walked calmly around the corner down 17th Street to Dolores and was drawn like Carlotta to Mission Dolores. I wandered in the cemetery, experiencing a fugue-like combination of bliss and melancholy — the weirdly vivid sensation of feeling even more alive that is so often facilitated by seeing movies on the big screen, especially the films that touch us so deeply and generate unique personal meanings in our lives.
