Claude Rains’s mother. Madame Anna Sebastian. Oh My God, is that woman scary! With her crown of tightly-braided hair and her severe expression, she comes across as cruel and rejecting. Hard to believe she gave birth to a son like Alex, a man who could harbor an unrequited passion for years — and who can blame him? Ingrid Bergman’s Alicia is stunning and complex, a woman with a past who wants nothing more than to put her notoriety behind her and redeem herself through love. Unfortunately, the man she loves, Cary Grant’s Devlin, just can’t get beyond that past of hers.
Poor Alex. He brings Alicia home to meet his mother, barely able to contain his delight at having snared her, but Madame Sebastian pours cold water on her son’s happiness right away: “Wouldn’t it be a little too much if we both grinned at her like idiots?” Of course, she suspected Alicia all along. In the scene where Alex confesses his gullibility and voices the fear that his sinister colleagues will kill him for his mistake, Madame Sebastian shoots for the heart. “We are protected by the enormity of your stupidity,” she snaps.
On top of this, she smokes like a Nazi! You know how they hold a cigarette, pinched between the thumb and two fingers, not resting in the V between the index and middle fingers the way decent people smoke?
Okay, I got that out of my system. Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman. What a grown-up romance they have in this picture. Neither of them is “nice;” they don’t “meet cute.” Alicia’s drunk, in addition to being a fallen woman, and the daughter of a Nazi to boot. Devlin crashes her party, wrestles with her, knocks her out, manipulates her into accompanying him to Rio to work for Uncle Sam. Then they fall in love and Devlin wrestles with himself, betraying Alicia at every turn. She loves him still, and redeems herself, almost dies in the process. But it’s worth it. Oh, yes. Totally worth it.
(5 January 2011)
2 thoughts on “Notorious”
“We are protected by the enormity of your stupidity.”
Talk about a killing comment. We don’t need to hear anything more than this, to know exactly who she is and the kind of relationship they’ve always had. That’s great screenwriting.
You said it, Kristin. Hitchcock had a problem with mothers…
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