A while back, I posted a riff on Madeleine, the mysterious quarry of the hired detective, Scotty, in Alfred Hitchcock’s film Vertigo. This time around, I salute the opposing presence of Judy, who dominates the latter half of the film, swimming in vibrant color to Madeleine’s cool, washed out elegance, poverty stricken where Madeleine was rich, joyous where Madeleine was dour and anguished. As different as she is from the other woman, Scotty sees through her at some level and forces the hidden traces of her likeness to Madeleine painfully to the surface almost without realizing what he has really done ((Spoiler)), revealed that the Madeleine he knew and loved was actually Judy.