With that said, something runs through all of these movies and the work of Raymond Chandler that is amazing to behold—a really coarse, and unconcealed misogyny. This is where you start to see the problem of reducing misogyny to counting out how many times a rapper says “bitch.” What you see in Chandler’s work, and in Hitchcock, is not simply that it’s OK to call women names, but that’s OK to beat on women if they anger you, annoy you or fail to look like Grace Kelly. I feel like there are a couple of James Bond scenes like this too, that I’m missing.