Director's cuts, on a related subject, are one of the things that make life worth it. Director's commentaries, however, can be really painful. I can't imagine Hitch doing a commentary track, and the dudes doing the audio commentary for Vertigo made it all the worse by having random really interesting facts buried in two hours of unending drivel. Having the Associate Producer to lend cred would have been a good idea... if he'd had half an idea where he was half the time. I got dizzy just listening to them. But listening to the stereo soundtrack on my Sennheiser headphones was engulfing.
I kind of want to learn to read French so I can read the novel. I've also wanted to read Les Miserables in the original.
The movie has the kind of gravity (or rather, gravitas. Dictionary.com tells me there is actually a difference!) that I wish my every day life did. Usually, when I fall into this thought-trap, I remind myself that for my life to be as in the movies I would have to suffer the terrible losses of the characters therein. So, instead I relish in the vibrant reality of my actual life. After all, my bike trip last week was pretty damn visceral, and the colors were better than any DVD restoration.