Play Misty for Me 4KUHD

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This is a great movie and wanted to watch it again. The Amazon rental price was a bargain. Read more

In an age when Hollywood can seem to do nothing original, and the Silver Screen is awash with remakes, it's nice to go back and revisit the artistry of which the film industry has made hash. A tense psychological thriller, Play Misty for Me is the template from which the likes of Fatal Attraction sprang. Clint Eastwood plays a terminally cool yet sensitive late night jazz DJ who, while estranged from girlfriend Donna Mills, has a one night stand with Jessica Walter. As Walter's obsession with Eastwood grows, her violent emotions manifest themselves first against herself in a manipulative suicide attempt, and then against the others in Eastwood's life. Edgy, hard, and oh, so seventies, the tension ramps smoothly with Walter's character's escalating psychosis until the final scene. Eastwood's girlfriend tied up by Walters, the local police detective lying on the driveway with a pair of scissors stuck between his ribs, and a darkened cliffside house. Eastwood is constantly attacked by Walters with a knife to the accompaniment of her maddened, and maddeningly effective, screams. Finally, bloodied and exhausted, and in perhaps his least Eastwood-esque solution, he sends her through the french doors, and over the edge of the balcony to fall to the cold Pacific hundreds of feet below with a single punch. Clint Eastwood as actor and director does a good job of making the characters believable and sympathetic. Bravo. Scenery and cinematography; Carmel at it's most beautiful. Jim Bob says - Check it out; it's worth a night in a darkened living room with a bowl of popcorn, wondering whether or not your ex-girlfriend really meant what she said when you dumped her. Read more

Jazz radio station host Clint Eastwood (of whom I can't decide whether he has the worst or greatest DJ voice ever) finds out a woman he hooked up with at the bar is actually a crazed fan, and now that she's gotten a taste of ol' Clint she's not giving him up no matter how much he wants her to. This one always gets compared to 'Fatal Attraction' and it's easy to see why, but they're actually both quite a bit different: if 'Fatal Attraction' was a horror movie in disguise as a relationship drama, 'Play Misty For Me' is content to play as a straightforward stalker thriller; in fact it's almost as much an "obsessed fan" movie as it is a "obsessed lover" one (there's also no extramarital angle to this one, either, ironically making it a better date movie). Although there's a couple detours into romance and lovemaking, I wouldn't even call this an "erotic thriller": it's an oddly compartmentalized movie, as if it's only able to serve one genre at a time. One scene set at a music festival even feels like it turns into a concert documentary for a couple minutes. But while Eastwood (in one of his early directorial efforts) is no Hitchcock, 'Misty' gets pretty fun, especially near the end. Oh, I don't know whether the segment where Eastwood nurses Evelyn back to health after a suicide attempt even after she's been harassing him is a product of dated chivalry or just a peculiarity of the movie itself, but I did find it oddly interesting. Read more

Saw this movie when it first came out and loved it. It is still as good today, but showing its age. Read more

I love the song, the movie was a drama/thriller...had some intense moments... Read more

I had never watched Play Misty For Me until recently. I was aghast as I watched this nut job fan bully her way into the DJs life and all I kept thinking was “this is Clint Eastwood who does she think she is” but worse than that I’m wondering when he’s going to do something about it. Where's that most powerful handgun when you need it? Alas, he wasn't ready to shoot her yet. She hacked up his apartment, she hacked up his housekeeper, the police, it was never ending until she was in his girlfriend’s house. She tried to hack him up, but he finally grabbed her arm that had the knife, raised his fist and let her have it knocking her through the glass doors over the railing down the rocks that dropped into crashing waves. I wanted at least one more close-up of her bouncing off the rocks… zoom in. It was then relief washed over me and I forgave Clint Eastwood for making that movie. Of course, if he had done something in the very beginning like I wanted him to the writers would’ve had to come up with something else for 90 more minutes … Read more