Fingerprints…
…is the name of a film within a film in this movie. Disappointing that Hitchcock never made a film with that title.
(But this face-to-thumbprint transition reminds me of the subliminal dissolve from Anthony Perkins’ grin to Mrs Bates’ skull at the end of PSYCHO.)
Follow the clues…
(Anny Ondra leaves her fingerprints all over the crime scene, but this never becomes a plot point because the police don’t have her prints. But her glove is discovered, and her detective boyfriend recognises the torn fingertips…)
Which film is this?…
Hitchcock’s BLACKMAIL…
(We actually see Cyril Ritchard, as the artist, guide Anny’s hand to paint in the body’s outline — she’s already rendered the head in her own style. Since it’s not easy to draw using someone else’s hand, I presume the outline was already sketched on the card in light pencil, too softly for the camera to see. Even then, I would suppose that Ritchard must have been pretty good with a brush…)
Or Hitchcock’s BLACKMAIL?
The silent or the talkie? Whoever gets it right can have an actress follow them around revoicing their dialogue for a month.
shadowplay 
March 3, 2009 at 10:12 pm
I can’t resist this song:
I saw Leonard Cohen perform in a brilliant open air concert in Dublin last year. It was one of the best concert experieces ever.
March 4, 2009 at 12:24 pm
It’s lovely. A Hitchcock-Cohen collaboration would be quite strange. Although approximately 80% of Cohen’s song titles sound like films noir…
A Singer Must Die
By The Rivers Dark
Death Of A Ladies’ Man
I Left A Woman Waiting
In My Secret Life
Night Comes On
And these ones are:
The Butcher
The Window
Undertow
March 4, 2009 at 1:31 pm
And one of the best from last year’s concert: