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3 years . 3 months . 3 weeks . 3 days

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3 years, 3 months, 3 weeks & 3 days; that’s exactly how old my Blog is today. I started this Blog on the 20th of March, Year 2012. Today is also Bastille Day, i.e. the National Day of France. So I thought, why not do something different today, that is relevant to both, my Blog, and the French republic, the largest country, in the western region, of the European continent.

So here is my foursome of 3’s (my favourites in each) in relation to this beautiful country, called France.

1st 3.
My trio of favourite hangouts in Paris
I first visited Paris, during my hectic one month Eurotrip of Spring 2005 (April 2005). Spent just one evening in Paris, at the time. Later I got a chance to live there, for almost a year, in 2008 & 2009. I fell deeply in love with the City of Love, the most beautiful concrete jungle I’ve ever lived in.

(i)  The Champs-Élysées

Watching the Bastille Day parade, Bastille Day ((14th July 2008) The Champs-Élysées, Paris

Watching the Bastille Day parade, On Bastille Day (14th July 2008)
Champs-Élysées, Paris

At the Virgin Bookshop  (an Old underground bank vault that has been turned into a bookstore) Champs-Élysées, Paris (August 2009)

At the Virgin Bookshop (an Old underground bank vault, that has been turned into a bookstore) Champs-Élysées, Paris (August 2009)

With a French friend (I befriended in Sydney), in front of one of the Gaumont cinemas, at the Champs-Élysées, in Paris (8th September 2009) The night before I let Paris, France. Haven't returned since.

With a French friend (I befriended in Sydney, Australia), in front of one of the Gaumont cinemas, at the Champs-Élysées, in Paris (8th September 2009)
The night before I left Paris, France. Haven’t returned since.

I loved hanging out around the Champs-Élysées, such a beautiful location, with it’s wide walkways, lined up with trees, leading up to the Arc de Triomphe. Especially being a film buff I was a frequent visitor to the Champs-Élysées, whilst living in Paris, for there are two Gaumont Cinemas, on either side of the broad boulevard. Got to watch some great European & Hollywood films. I went to the cinemas near the Palais Garnier (Opera House), as well. Another beautiful spot, with the Opera House, and the Galeries Lafayette (a posh department store) et al. But I love the whole atmosphere, and the feel, with the hustle and bustle of the walkways, of the Champs-Élysées. On 14th July 2008, I went to watch the Bastille Day parade, at the Champs-Élysées as well.

(ii) Along the River Seine

Along the River Seine, Paris (September 2008)

Along the River Seine, Paris (September 2008)

Along the River Seine, in Paris (August 2009)

Along the River Seine, in Paris (August 2009)

Along the River Seine, Paris (August 2009)

Along the River Seine, Paris (August 2009)

Being a romantic at heart, I can just lose myself walking along the River Seine. It’s just so beautiful, with all those old bridges, ancient brick roads, aesthetically appealing historic architecture, on either side of the river, passing tiny avenues, and the old street vendors, selling old books and souvenirs of Paris, and the fresh clean air. Best to walk alone along these streets, to enjoy oneself. Just get lost in yourself, it’s Poetic Justice, in a positive sense, that is. It’s pure heaven!!!!!

(iii) The Louvre

At the Egyptian Gallery The Louvre, Paris (July 2008)

At the Egyptian Gallery
Louvre, Paris (July 2008)

Under the Glass Pyramid  With my sister, and her husband, when they visited Paris (Spring 2009) The Louvre, Paris (April 2009)

Under the Glass Pyramid
With my sister, and her husband, when they visited Paris (Spring 2009)
Louvre, Paris (April 2009)

With a self-portrait of Eugène Delacroix Louvre, in Paris (May 2009)

With a self-portrait of Eugène Delacroix
Louvre, in Paris (May 2009)

Being an artist as well, I’ve visited this famous museum only four times (it’s free every first Sunday of the month). And yet I never got a chance to complete every nook and corner of this beautiful building, in itself, not to mention, the well maintained, collection of art work from around the globe. The Louvre is my second favourite, yet most visited, Museum in the French capital. My favourite museum happens to be Musée d’Orsay, but I’ve only visited it twice. And I’ve visited other various Art Galleries and Museums in Paris as well. Thus, not just the Louvre, but I can say that the Parisienne museums in the general sense, could be another great hangout, but it’s specifically the Louvre, I enjoyed hanging out in the most, even though I love the Musée d’Orsay more.

2nd 3.
My trio of all time favourite French Films

(i) Jules et Jim (1962)
Jules et Jim (Special Post on France) 3-3-3-3 Photographic PosterMy all time favourite piece of French cinema. Directed by François Truffaut, and starring Jeanne Moreau, Oskar Werner, and Henri Serre, this French New Wave classic, is also among my TOP-10 all time favourite movies. An epic saga spanning over 3 decades, happens to be one of my favourite tragic romances ever. Truffaut was a genius. An excellent love triangle, involving two best friends (an Austrian & a Frenchman), both of whom fall for the same French beauty, with a serene looking smile.
Also see my lists The Essential 60’s (Top 60) (pictorial tribute) and Why I love …. (list of critiques), from January 2012, and November/December 2012, respectively, on IMDB.

(ii) Les Enfants du Paradis (1945)
Les Enfants du ParadisOne of the most beautiful epics ever made. Les Enfants du Paradis, directed by Marcel Carné, made with great difficulty during the second World War, and set in the backdrop of the French Theatre during the 19th century, is France’s answer to America’s Gone with the Wind (1939).
Also see my post Children of Paradise: The French Epic from last year (July 2014).

(iii) Les Parapluies de Cherbourg (1964)
Les Parapluies de CherbourgOne of my favourite musicals ever. Directed by Jacques Demy, this romantic 60’s movie, set in the late 50’s, is about a young unmarried pregnant girl, separated from her lover (who’s gone to fight for the French, during the Algerian war), having no news of his whereabouts, she has to come to a crucial decision for the wellbeing of her unborn child. Love this classic. Love Catherine Deneuve!!!!
Also see my post Being mesmerised by ‘The Umbrellas of Cherbourg from August 2013.

3rd 3
My trio of favourite holiday destinations, in France (outside Paris)

(i) The French Riviera (Côte d’Azur)

Beaulieu-sur-mer, South of France  (July 2009)

Beaulieu-sur-mer, South of France (July 2009)

Beaulieu-sur-mer, South of France (July 2009) On the way to Monaco

Beaulieu-sur-mer, South of France (July 2009)
On the way to Monaco

On Bastille Day (14th July 2009) Villefranche-sur-mer, South Of France

On Bastille Day (14th July 2009)
Villefranche-sur-mer, South Of France

Of course, the most beautiful warm holiday resort I’ve ever been to. With it’s rocky mountains, pebbled beaches and luxurious backdrops, the French Riviera is a class apart. Very expensive though, I practically starved. But unlike Paris, where I loved living in, I cannot see myself residing in the Côte d’Azur. I’ll miss the city too much. But it’s no doubt a perfect holiday resort, to take some time off, and just chill. Next time, if and when, I get a chance to visit the south of France again, I should have a load of money saved up, so that I don’t end up poverty ridden by the end of it.

(ii) Le Mont Saint-Michel

Mont St. Michel, Normandy (September 2008)

Mont St. Michel, Normandy (September 2008)

In front of the chapel, on top of Mont St. Michel, in Normandy (September 2008)

In front of the Chapel, on top of Mont St. Michel, in Normandy (September 2008)

Inside Mont St. Michel, Normandy (September 2008)

Inside Mont St. Michel, Normandy (September 2008)

Off the northern coast of France, in Normandy, is an island entirely made up of a steep granite hill, with a black clay based beach, surrounding it. One of the most beautiful ancient citadels I’ve ever visited. Mont St. Michel, is part of the UNESCO list of World Heritage Sites.

(iii) Giverny

Claude Monet's Garden  Giverny, France (August 2008)

Claude Monet’s Garden
Giverny, N. France (August 2008)

Claude Monet's Home & Gardens Giverny, N. France (August 2008)

Claude Monet’s Home & Gardens
Giverny, N. France (August 2008)

With a Classic Sports Car Giverny, N. France (August 2008)

With a Classic Sports Car
Giverny, N. France (August 2008)

Being an artist, how can I not mention Giverny, where the late Impressionist Artist, of the 19th & early 20th century, Claude Monet’s, house and gardens are located. A must see for any artist, florist and anyone with a sense, or even a tiny streak, of artistry, in them. Also a must see for artists, are Monet’s paintings housed at the Musée d’Orsay (mentioned earlier) – an old railway station, that existed from the beginning of the 20th century up to the late 1930’s, and transformed into, primarily, an impressionist Art Gallery, in Paris, in the 1980’s

Last (4th) 3.
My trio of favourite, French born, French film stars

(i) Catherine Deneuve
Catherine DeneuveBeen a fan of hers, since like ever. This 71 year old actress is no doubt my all time favourite French celebrity. Having started her cinematic journey in the late 50’s, Deneuve had two film releases this year, and has no plans of retiring from the film industry, any time soon.

(ii) Alain Delon
Alain DelonI first discovered the existence of Alain Delon, at the turn of the century. Since then have seen quite a lot of, this 79 year old star’s, great movies; and have loved him, in everything I’ve seen him in. But I haven’t really watched any of his movies, he’s acted in, in his old age. His last film appearance, so far, was in 2012.

(iii) Marion Cotillard
Marion Cotillard (Special Post on France) 3-3-3-3Back in 2007, whilst living in Sydney, I watched the film Love Me If You Dare (2003), when it was shown on a local channel there. I thought she looked beautiful, and she was a good actress, and the film was really good as well, and that was that. Then mid-2007, the Édith Piaf bio-pic, La Vie en Rose (2007), starring Marion Cotillard, in the lead, as Piaf, was released, in Australia. I went to watch it, ‘cause I’ve been a fan of Édith Piaf’s beautiful song, ever since I watched Audrey Hepburn’s rendition of Piaf’s La Vie en Rose in Sabrina (1954), when I was a teenager, back in 1994, whilst living in New Delhi, India. By the turn of this century, I was aware who Édith Piaf was. Thus Piaf was my motivation behind watching La Vie en Rose, and not Cotillard. But Cotillard did such a brilliant job, she was Piaf incarnate. I was instantly hooked by her brilliant performance, and Cotillard became my favourite French movie star from 21st century. Born in 1975, she’s my age, practically (she’ll turn 40 later, in September, this year). At the Oscars, in 2008, she bagged the ‘Best Actress’ trophy for her role in La Vie en Rose. Returning home from work, I just managed to switch on the television to see her name being announced as that year’s winner. I was delighted. And since then I’ve see quite a few of her movies, both from France and Hollywood. Am really keen on checking out her most recent, British venture, Macbeth (2015), where she plays Lady Macbeth, and which was released at the Cannes Festival a couple of months ago (May 2015). Also see my write-up, paying tribute to Édith Piaf, Édith Piaf: 50th Death Anniversary, from a couple of years ago.

So here you are, my foursome of 3’s, honouring my 3 years, 3 months, 3 weeks & 3 days, of blogging, till date, as well the French National day, in my own way.

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Turning 40

Millennium Year: Me aged 24 (From my Modeling Portfolio  (February 2000)) New Delhi, India

Millennium Year: Me aged 24 (From my Modeling Portfolio (Winter of February 2000)) New Delhi, India

Staring off with me me me (moi, mé) & I .
I turned 40 on the 22nd of June, 2015!!!!!

A look back, at me myself, through pictures
(40 photographs from my life, till now, including the one above).
Pure Vanity eh!!  🙂

Me aged 2 (February 1978) Garden belonging to our residential  complex (Asia House Flats) New Delhi, India

Me aged 2 (Winter of February 1978), In the Garden belonging to our residential complex (Asia House Flats) New Delhi, India

On my 3rd Birthday (22nd June 1978), At Home (Asia House Flats) New Delhi, India Celebrating/Birthday Party!!!

On my 3rd Birthday (Summer: 22nd June 1978), At Home (Asia House Flats) New Delhi, India
Celebrating/Birthday Party!!!

On my 5th Birthday (Summer: 22nd June 1980) at Home, Asia House Flats, New Delhi, India Celebrating/Birthday Party

On my 5th Birthday (Summer: 22nd June 1980), At Home, Asia House Flats, New Delhi, India
Celebrating/Birthday Party

Aged 9 (January 1985) On Holiday in Sri Lanka (for my maternal Uncle's wedding)

Aged 9 (January 1985), On Holiday in Sri Lanka (for my maternal Uncle’s wedding)

Me aged 12 (June 1987) Bombay, India (On Holiday - My first holiday away from my parents & baby sister)

Me aged 12 (School Summer Holidays: June 1987), In Bombay, India (On Holiday – My first holiday away from my parents & baby sister) Visited Bombay soon after my 12th Birthday

SWEET SIXTEEN: On my 16th Birthday (22nd JUNE 1991), At home 56, Siripura (SL) Just a  Family Gathering.

SWEET SIXTEEN: On my 16th Birthday (22nd JUNE 1991), At home 56, Siripura (SL) Just a
Family Gathering

Me aged 17 (92') At Home, 56,Siripura (SL)

Me aged 17 (92′), At Home, 56, Siripura (SL)

Me aged 18 (December 1993), At Home - 56 Siripura (SL)

Me aged 18 (December 1993), At Home – 56, Siripura (SL)

Me aged 18 (January 1994, B/W (SL) & the Winter of February 1994, Colour (in New Delhi, India)

Me aged 18 (January 1994, B/W (SL) & the Winter of February 1994, Colour (in New Delhi, India))

On my 20th Birthday (22nd June 1995), At Home 56, Siripura (SL) Just an ordinary day!!!!!

On my 20th Birthday (22nd June 1995), At Home 56, Siripura (SL)
Just an ordinary day!!!!!

Aged 20 (95'), At Home, 56, Siripura (SL)

Aged 20 (95′), At Home, 56, Siripura (SL)

Me aged 20 (1995), At Home, 56, Siripura (SL)

Me aged 20 (1995), At Home, 56, Siripura (SL)

Aged 21 (October 1996) Pokhara, Nepal (On Holiday - During the short Autumn break (Delhi University years))

Aged 21 (October 1996), In Pokhara, Nepal (On Holiday – During the short Autumn break (Delhi University years))

Aged 21 (October 1996) Sarangkot, Pokhara, Nepal - with Sunrise falling on Mount Machhapuchchhre (a.k.a. Mt. Fishtail) in the background, early morning (On Holiday in Nepal during the University Autumn break)

Me aged 21 (October 1996), At Sarangkot, Pokhara, Nepal – with Sunrise falling on Mount Machhapuchchhre (a.k.a. Mt. Fishtail) in the background, early morning (On Holiday in Nepal during the University Autumn break (DU years))

Aged 21 (Winter of November 1996), At Home away from home - the co-rented two-room student flatlet, during my Delhi University years, at Hudson Lines (New Delhi, India)

Aged 21 (Winter of November 1996), At Home – away from home – the co-rented two-room student flatlet, during my Delhi University years, at Hudson Lines (New Delhi, India)

Me aged 21 (Winter of January 1997), In front of Rashtrapati Bhavan (Official Presidential Residence), New Delhi, India (DU years)

Me aged 21 (During the Winter Vacation of January 1997), In front of the main entrance to the Rashtrapati Bhavan (Official Presidential Residence), New Delhi, India (DU years)

Me aged 22 (October 1997) Ajanta Caves, Aurangabad district of the state of Maharashtra, India (During the short Autumn break DU years)

Me aged 22 (October 1997), At Ajanta Caves, Aurangabad district of the state of Maharashtra, India (During the short Autumn break – DU years)

Me aged 22 (October 1997), In Goa (During the Autumn break - DU years)

Me aged 22 (October 1997), In Goa, India (During the Autumn break – DU years)

Aged 22 (October 1997), In Goa, India (During the Autumn break - DU years)

Aged 22 (October 1997), In Goa, India (During the University Autumn break – DU years)

Me aged 24 - From my Modeling Portfolio (Winter of February 2000) New Delhi, India

Me aged 24 (From my Modeling Portfolio (Winter of February 2000)) New Delhi, India

Me aged 24 (From my Modeling Portfolio (Winter of February 2000)) New Delhi, India

Me aged 24 (From my Modeling Portfolio (Winter of February 2000)) New Delhi, India

Aged 24 (From my Modeling Portfolio (Winter of February 2000)) New Delhi, India

Aged 24 (From my Modeling Portfolio (Winter of February 2000)) New Delhi, India

Fashion n' Style: Me aged 24 (From my Modeling Portfolio (Winter of February 2000)) New Delhi, India

Fashion n’ Style: Me aged 24 (From my Modeling Portfolio (Winter of February 2000)) New Delhi, India

Me Aged 27 (Winter of January 2003) On Holiday in Nottingham, England, UK (During my University of Luton (UK) days)

Me Aged 27 (Winter of January 2003), On Holiday in Nottingham, England, UK (During my University of Luton (UK) days)

Spider-Man: Me Aged 27 (Spring break of April 2003), On Holiday in Copenhagen, Denmark (During my University of Luton days)

Spider-Man: Me Aged 27 (Spring break of April 2003), On Holiday in Copenhagen, Denmark (During my University of Luton (UK) days)

English Summer: Aged 27, just days before my 28th Birthday (June 2003), on the Salisbury Plains of England, UK (During University of Luton days)

English Summer: Aged 27, just days before my 28th Birthday (June 2003), on the Salisbury Plains of England, UK (During my University of Luton days)

Me aged 28 (Winter of January 2004), In front of (opposite) our house, in Oslo, Norway

Me aged 28 (Winter of January 2004), In front of (opposite) our house, in Oslo, Norway

Eurotrip (Spring of 2005) The Sound of Music Tour: Aged 29 (April 2005), In Salzburg, Austria  (Tulip Season)

Eurotrip (Spring of 2005) The Sound of Music Tour: Aged 29 (April 2005), In Salzburg, Austria
(Tulip Season)

Eurotrip (Spring of 2005) Going Dutch: Aged 29 (April 2005), In the surrounding areas of Den Haag (a.k.a. The Hague), The Netherlands (Tulip Season)

Eurotrip (Spring of 2005) Going Dutch: Me aged 29 (April 2005), In the surrounding areas of Den Haag (a.k.a. The Hague), The Netherlands (Tulip Season)

Aged 30 (August 2005), At Home, 56 Siripura (SL)

Aged 30 (August 2005), At Home, 56 Siripura (SL)

Me aged 30 (September 2005), At Home, 56 Siripura (SL)

Me aged 30 (September 2005), At Home, 56 Siripura (SL)

Aged 31 (Summer of December 2006), In Front of COFA (College of Fine Arts), UNSW (University of New South Wales), In Sydney, Australia (During my COFA (UNSW) days)

Aged 31 (Summer vacation of December 2006), In Front of COFA (College of Fine Arts), UNSW (University of New South Wales), In Sydney, Australia (During my COFA (UNSW) days)

Winter Down Under (But warmer in Northeastern Australia): Me aged 32 (May 2008), At the Great Barrier Reef, Queensland, Australia

Winter Down Under (But warmer in Northeastern Australia): Me aged 32 (May 2008), At the Great Barrier Reef, off the coast of Queensland, Australia

Me aged 33 (July 2008) Paris, France

Me aged 33 (Summer of July 2008), In Paris, France

Côte d'Azur (French Riviera): Me aged 34 (July 2009), In Monaco

Côte d’Azur (French Riviera): Me aged 34 (Summer of July 2009), In Monaco

Me aged 34 (September 2009), At the Champs-Élysées, Paris, France

Me aged 34 (Autumn of September 2009), At the Champs-Élysées, Paris, France

Me aged 36 (Late Summer of September 2011), In front of India Gate, New Delhi, India (On Holiday)

Me aged 36 (Late Summer of September 2011), In front of India Gate, New Delhi, India (On Holiday)

Me aged 39 (November 2014) In Hahndorf (Adelaide Hills region of South Australia), Australia (On Holiday)  This is my profile picture on my Facebook page! But, Of course I added the rainbow colours only a couple of days ago (In favour of The U.S. Supreme Court legalizing same-sex marriage nationwide) One Step for the United States, a Giant Leap for Mankind, Worldwide (with apologies to Neil Armstrong  ;) )

Me aged 39 (November 2014), In Hahndorf (Adelaide Hills region of South Australia), Australia (On Holiday)
This is my profile picture on my Facebook page! But, Of course I added the rainbow colours only a couple of days ago
(In favour of The U.S. Supreme Court legalizing same-sex marriage nationwide)
One Step for the United States, a Giant Leap for Mankind, Worldwide (with apologies to Neil Armstrong 😉 )

Today Morning: Me aged 40 (June 2015), At Home, 56, Siripura (SL)

Today Morning: Me aged 40 (June 2015), At Home, 56, Siripura (SL)

Tweets:
Posted about me, on my 40th Birthday

Some Others (Celebrities) who turned 40 this month, of June 2015!!!!!

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Hot Woman turns 40

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Last night I dreamt of the Ocean, with it’s fierce waves splashing against the humongous rocks, in the coastal county of Cornwall (with apologies to Daphne du Maurier).

Joan Fontaine & Laurence Olivier

Joan Fontaine & Laurence Olivier

Rebecca synopsis
Rebecca is dead, and we never see her throughout the movie/book. Yet, the essence of her presence, is felt throughout.

A widower, Maxim de Winter (Laurence Olivier) meets a naïve, nameless, paid companion (Joan Fontaine), to a rich socialite, Mrs. Van Hopper (Florence Bates), in Monte Carlo, Monaco, and the two get hitched.

Once their honeymoon comes to end, so does their stress free, romantic, happy life together, when they reach Manderley; de Winter’s ancestral home, in Cornwall. The spirit of his first/late wife is alive within every inch of the mansion, every brick and stone, and the household staff. Especially through the eerie Mrs. Danvers (Judith Anderson), the housekeeper.

Plus Rebecca’s death is submerged with a mysterious undertone.

One of the most interesting thing to note, about this story, a novel written by Daphne du Maurier, and adapted to the big screen by Alfred Hitchcock, is the fact that, the character of Rebecca, is non-existent, and the existing character of the second Mrs. De Winter (played by Fontaine), has no first name, and no née name (prior to marrying Maxim de Winter).
Rebecca Beach 3The Beach, the Ocean and the vast Seascape
The beach in the movie, is showcased as, being both, beautiful and frightening. Aesthetic and ferocious. Soothing and haunting.
Rebecca Beach 1The film begins, as does the novel, with the famous du Maurier line, “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again”, which is now in ruins. And then the film flashes back, and we are in the French Riviera, with the sea waters beating up on the rocks, where a middle-aged man is standing on the edge of a cliff, staring, with lost look on his face, down at the ocean below, as if ready to jump. And a young woman, at once shouts, “Don’t!! Stop!!”. This is the first encounter of Mr. de Winter, and his future/second wife. So the couple’s first meeting itself is at a Beach resort, in Monaco. Soon the two start enjoying each other’s company, travelling around the beautiful costal stretch, of the Côte d’Azur. Yet, there are times he seems lost, especially when he speaks of Manderley. Once, she tries to change the subject, by speaking how warm and lovely the waters in the French Riviera are, and that in England it’s hard to imagine going for a swim, until June. Then, she mentions a man drowned once, unaware that Rebecca, Maxim de Winter’s first wife, supposedly was killed in a drowning accident, whilst sailing; which obviously only further agitates Mr. de Winter. In the beginning of the movie itself, we see how the sea is represented positively, as beautiful, breathtaking, scenic, warm and inviting; yet also in a negative light, associated with death, drowning and destruction.
Rebecca Beach 4After a quick civil marriage at the registrar’s office, we see them in Cornwall, post honeymoon, venturing towards Manderley. The young new Mrs. de Winter suddenly gets a chill, as if of impending doom. Once they enter the stone edifice/mansion, there is feeling of something very bleak and unpleasant within, and the entrance of the stoic housekeeper, Mrs. Danvers, has the young bride’s nerves on edge.

The newly married couple’s room is on the East Wing, that has never been used before, and has no view of the ocean. Whilst Maxim & Rebecca’s room, use to be in West Wing, with a view of ocean, and which, with it’s massive windows and ornately carved doors, happens to be the most beautiful room in the house. From here onwards Manderley’s beach is represented in an eerie, foreboding, manner. Cold and damp. A stark contrast to the warmth and pleasantness of the sunshine stretch of the classy French Riviera. But we do see hints, of the statuesque, elegance and beauty, of what Manderley once stood for. And the second Mrs. De Winter, tries her best to bring back those glory days, back to, the life of the very respectable, Maxim de Winter, and his beloved Manderley.

The scene where the newly weds go for a walk in the estate of Manderley; just after the visit of Beatrice (Gladys Cooper), Maxim de Winter’s sister, and her husband, Major Giles Lacy (Nigel Bruce); a stairway to the beach below is shown, and we see that Mr. de Winter is afraid of something. He doesn’t want to descend downwards (not just literally, but also neither does he want to lose his status and honour; thus his attachment to Manderley, despite everything; nor bring back his haunting memories, associated with this particular beach). Their dog, Jasper, gets loose, and the new wife runs behind it, and comes across an isolated and neglected cottage, which has gone to wreck and ruin. She meets Ben (Leonard Carey) a crazy man who keeps repeating, “she ain’t comin’ back is she”. An obvious reference to the disappearance/death of Rebecca. Maxim de Winter’s reluctance to come to the beach, his new wife’s meeting with Ben, and de Winter’s angry reproach, afterwards, towards his young wife, for going into the cottage; all accounts to the fact, there is something mysterious and secretive, in relation to this private beach of theirs.

The West Wing: The most beautiful room in Manderley

The West Wing: The most beautiful room in Manderley

Almost soon after this incident, the scene involving the West Wing, is again in relation to the sea. The room in which once Rebecca slept, with an admiringly cruel undercurrent, is showcased by Mrs. Danvers, to the new Mrs. De Winter. As if in a trance, Mrs. Danvers tells the new bride, to just listen to the sea, and how soothing it is. Just then a ferocious wave splashes onto a rock, echoing a loud roar of pain and power. Yet, this manipulation on the vulnerable second Mrs. de Winter, backfires, and we see her gain strength momentarily, and get rid of all of Rebecca’s belongings, in the morning room, stating, “I’m Mrs. de Winter now.”

This is the first instance, we see, of her coming out of her shell of fear. Yet, the conniving Mrs. Danvers reciprocates, by conning her into dressing up in a mid-19th century ballroom dress, worn by an ancestor of de Winter, for the upcoming costume ball. Unfortunately, Rebecca had worn the exact same dress, for the costume ball held, the year before. Which only agitates Mr. de Winter, and shock some of the already present guests. We hear Beatrice gasp, uttering the words, “Rebecca”, in horror.

Now comes the most interesting sequence. The twist in the tale. The shocking climax. The foggy morning, the sea finally reveals, all the secrets of the de Winter household. The night of the costume ball, when second Mrs. de Winter, confronts Mrs. Danvers, about the outfit; and as Mrs. Danvers tries to, hypnotically, get the new bride to commit suicide, by jumping off the windowsill in Rebecca’s room, in the west wing; suddenly fireworks flare up, awakening them, as if from a trance. A diver had discovered the wreck of Rebecca’s sailboat, resting below on the ocean bed. But what’s worse is, Rebecca’s body too, was discovered inside the boat. Then who was the woman, Maxim de Winter identified as being Rebecca’s dead body, washed ashore, the night she went missing?

Joan Fontaine & Judith Anderson in a scene from Rebecca (1940)

Joan Fontaine & Judith Anderson in a scene from Rebecca (1940)

The day of revelation, the day of reckoning, is finally here. The day after the costume ball dilemma. It’s early in the morning, it’s still very dark. Through the fog blanketed strip of the private Manderley beach; that Maxim de Winter, early on feared to tread on; the new Mrs. de Winter, goes looking for her husband. She meets Frank Crawley (Reginald Denny); loyal friend of her husband’s, and her confidant; on the way. He let’s her know about the discovery of the boat. She ultimately finds the ever brooding, Maxim de Winter, in a state of despair, in the neglected cottage, where she first met Ben. Here he reveals to her what really happened the night Rebecca was killed.

This is one of the most interesting sequences, in the whole movie. As Maxim de Winter, sums up the happenings of the night Rebecca died, to his second wife; there is no flashback scenes, no ghostly figure hanging around, no windows/doors, shutting/opening abruptly, no glass breaking, nothing. The camera pans the room; from the sofa, and the coffee table, with an ash tray filled with cigarette butts, towards the door, where Mr. de Winter is standing, re-capping the events of that ill-fated night; and we, the audience, imagine Rebecca in the room. It must take a genius like Alfred Hitchcock to make that possible.

Here we, along with Joan Fontaine’s character, find out that Rebecca, wasn’t a nice person, as everyone believed she was. In fact, she flirted and seduced, everyone around her. She wasn’t a faithful wife. And this cottage was her hideout, where she brought her lovers. She fooled everyone. And that particular night, she had conned Maxim de Winter, into believing she was pregnant, with the child of her wayward cousin, Jack Favell (George Sanders).

Though mostly faithful to the novel, this is one of the major areas in plot, that the movie, Rebecca, differs to that of the book, Rebecca, due to silly censorship rules, Hays Code, of the time, under William H. Hays. But despite that setback, Hays couldn’t ruin the movie, and in fact, Hitchcock’s Rebecca ended up being a masterpiece. I want give away the main difference in plot here. Most of you film, and literature, buffs would already know. But those who don’t. Read the Book. Watch the Movie.

The movie, then lets us know, how Mr. de Winter, carried the dead body of Rebecca, placed it inside the boat, drilled holes, opened up the seacock’s, and sent it to sink in the middle of the ocean, never too be found. Until, unfortunately, a diver accidentally did. But the recovery of the boat and the body, weren’t exactly a bad thing. For the lead characters discover a whole lot of other truths. Like the fact that Rebecca wasn’t pregnant at all, it was something else altogether. The new wife, who’s been living under the shadow, of the dead wife, suddenly matures and finds strength, and is able to support her husband. Specially now that she knows, that Maxim never loved Rebecca, she’s not afraid anymore. When there are no more secrets between the couple, their bond strengthens. It’s still a very tragic movie. Mrs. Danvers can’t handle the truth, or rather what she is made to believe to be true, and takes it upon herself, to make sure, the newer couple could never lead a happy life in Manderley.
Rebecca towards the endJust like the oceans ferocious waves, the roaring fires engulfing the beautiful mansion of Manderley; with the figure of Mrs. Danvers in the west wing, and the burning monogrammed ‘R’ (for Rebecca), on the silky satin négligée case; are beautifully captured. There is some excellent cinematography here, especially the way the beautiful interiors, of Manderley, are filmed. A masterwork of cinema, by a mastermind of aesthetics, suspense and intrigue.

Facts relating to Rebecca
Released in 1940, Rebecca was altogether nominated for 11 Oscars at the 13th Academy Awards held in February 1941, and won 2 Oscars. One for ‘Best Picture’ (back then known as ‘Outstanding Production’) and one for ‘Best Cinematography’ to George Barnes. This was the 1st and only win, for a Hitchcock film, and for American cinematographer, George Barnes. The Oscar ceremony of 1941, was the very first time, that the winners names remained a secret, until they were announced, just before they received the prestigious trophy. Filmed in Black & White, when Hollywood was going through a newly discovered obsession with colour, Rebecca, which was Alfred Hitchcock’s very first American film, is considered one of the Best Films, within the 120 year old history of Cinema. Plus, the character of ‘Mrs Danvers’ (played by Judith Anderson), is known as one of the best villainous roles ever. Rebecca is one of the rare movies, which has an interesting blend of varied genres, that explores, film noir, romance, mystery, psychological thriller, Gothic literary horror, incest, adultery, crime and drama. Yet, despite all those ingredients, it’s a movie, made in such a way, that’s it’s suitable for all ages.

Pure Excellence!!!!! Pure Cinema!!!!!

I wrote this post for the Beach Party Blogathon, organised by Ruth of Silver Screenings and Kristina of Speakeasy.

Hitchcock’s Rebecca (1940), considered the best adaptation of Daphne du Maurier’s famed 1938 novel, happens to be my favourite movie adaptation of a novel, that I have read. Hitchcock is superb in creating atmospheric dread, and none the better, as he does here. Especially using the natural elements, such as the vast ocean. Rebecca is among my Top-5 all time favourite movies ever.

Beach Party Blogathon (June 2015)
Beach party for RebeccaThank you Ruth and Kristina, for letting me be part of this interesting Blogathon. Thoroughly enjoyed it.

Cheers
Nuwan Sen