Last week I was able to go on Miguel Pendás' Vertigo tour. Creative Director at the San Francisco Film Society, Pendás led a group of ten on a van journey that concluded at the foot of the Golden Gate Bridge.
The day was warm and sunny, which didn't stop some of the film's -- and the city's -- heralded sites from throwing moody shade. You can never learn enough about Vertigo, a fictive story that stems from a tale by Ambrose Bierce but has roots in the Californian dirt and a romantic attraction to the depths of the ocean. Hitchcock's reflecting pool for the screen taps into history and myth in myriad interwoven ways.