Tag: Alfred Hitchcock

Past Imperfect – #117

Alfred was appalled at Tallulah’s suggestion that he didn’t know how to properly direct this scene. Tallulah was appalled that only one rose had been delivered to her dressing room. The script supervisor was appalled that Tallulah thought her outfit was fetching in any way; with markings like […]

Past Imperfect – #403

Mary Pickford: “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Mirror: “I said that you really shouldn’t leave the house wearing such a mess. Especially if you plan to flop your hands around like that. You’re not six years old anymore, honey.” Mary: “But I’m America’s Sweetheart!” Mirror: “Well, you […]

BuMP -#2: Psychotic Birds in a Boat Headed North by Northwest to Catch a Thieving Correspondent Intent on Sabotaging the Stranger on a Train Standing at the Rear Window and Holding a Rope Despite the Vertigo and the Trouble with Harry

[Left to right…] Hume: “I’m not sure what I’m seeing. It’s almost indescribable, like the weird way these clothes make me look twelve years old.” Henry: “Well, I lost my glasses fightin’ off that giant squid a few miles back while the rest of you did squat, but […]

Past Imperfect – #179

Farley, left: “I can’t stop smiling when I look at you.” Robert, right: “Wait, that line isn’t in the script.” Farley: “Nor is my attraction to you.” Robert: “Really? Well, we just took a turn I wasn’t expecting.” Farley: “Oh, please. You’re the one that ordered the 120-proof […]

Past Imperfect – #415

In a rare moment of reflection, one that may or may not have been carefully devised by publicists, director Alfred Hitchcock and star Anthony Perkins discuss their current project, a lovely dissertation on misplaced values known as “Psycho”… Alfred: “So, Tony, how do you think the shoot is […]

Past Imperfect – #258

Jimmy: “Do you mind if I take off my shirt?” Grace: “Why, whatever’s gotten into you that you feel the need to randomly bare flesh?” Jimmy: “Did you see the liquor bottles behind me?” Grace: “Of course I did. I come from a rich family. We always inspect […]

Mea Culpa

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” “And how is that, my child?” “It’s been over a week since my last blog.” Silence on the other side of the confessional wall. “Father?” Throat clearing. Then, “Son, I’m not quite sure what this means, but I am here to […]