I first decided not to give 10 stars to this film because I knew I was being subjective, but that's what users' reviews are for - to be subjective. From the first moment, my heart and soul were stolen by Carmel and the man standing on the rocks who had an eye for his hometown's natural beauties and was sure enough of himself as a debutante director to put on full display the things he cared about, like The Monterey Jazz Festival, for example. That scene and the one with Donna Mills that is, in fact, a music video for Roberta Flack's song The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face may seem like intermissions, but I think they prove again and again that Clint Eastwood wasn't afraid to follow his artistic instincts - he knew what he was doing. Jessica Walter as Clint's one night stand stalker is so convincing; each time she yells, I shrink, just like Clint's character on the screen does. I can't tell if it's a sound effect, but judging by his reactions, I'd say she really yelled that loud. As for the "misogynistic undertones", I can only say - the good old days, half a century ago, when men and women were so equal, that women could play psychopaths, too.
Review of Play Misty for Me
