In an attempt to know what goes with his beloved wife, John Ferguson, a retired police detective in San Francisco, who struggles against having acrophobia, the thing that brings terrible for him, as he avoids any heights and receive help from his beloved wife, Medellin, a beautiful and smart woman, asks his old colleague to help him in knowing what is going on with his mother.
It's as much a wonder of suspense as it is a catalogue of the director's themes and an allegory for his own art of enticement-and for the erotic pitfalls of his métier.
The old master, now a slave to television, has turned out another Hitchcock-and-bull story in which the mystery is not so much who done it as who cares.
In Vertigo, Hitchcock completely transcends barriers of generic making the film into something enigmatic and impossible to classify. [Full review in Spanish]
