The other day, the movie Gaslight with Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer caught my attention. The 1944 film is a classic and a mystery. I love Ingrid, and I think she played her role very well. I cannot imagine being driven insane by my husband…especially when he is doing it intentionally.
Ingrid’s character, Paula, carried herself with such regal grace as she struggled to keep her sanity. For instance, there was this pocket watch scene where Charles’ character, Gregory, puts a similar watch to his in Paula’s purse—during this whole time his pocket watch is in his vest. Gregory then decides to confront her during a classical composer’s performance, embarrassing her in front of the social elite.
When they get home, Gregory continues his tirade. She puts up an emotional fight and, at the same time, defends herself. All I have to say is thank goodness for the concerned Inspector Cameron who is played by Joseph Cotten. He steps in and helps prove to Paula that she is not going out of her mind.
What better way for her to get back at Gregory than by mentally torturing him while he is tied to a chair, waiting for the wagon to take him away. She teases him by…oh. That is enough…I cannot tell the ending of the movie!