You know what I find joyfully refreshing about Alfred Hitchcock movies? The male lead’s female best friend, who is typically smart and quippy and brunette, is almost always in love with her male pal and he never even comes close to reciprocating because there is some troubled blonde occupying his time instead.

These women, like Rear Window’s Stella or Marnie’s Lil, get nothing. Which isn’t even the short of the stick when you think about the fact that not only does Suzanne Pleshette lose out to Tippi Hedren in the contest for Rod Taylor’s heart, she gets eaten to death by birds while saving his little sister to boot.