Hitchcock Poem

My silhouetted form, obese and bald,
Augmented by that trademark London slur
Still resonates, and even now I’m called
The cinema’s pre-eminent auteur,
Epitomising what François Truffaut
Respected most; an individual voice,
Original and bold. I ran the show:
Found scripts to shoot, approved each casting choice,
Saw every aspect of the mise-en-scène
Upheld the mood I wanted. I was fond,
So very fond, of having guiltless men
Plus pretty women (preferably blonde)
Entangled in intrigues. I relished doubt,
Not payoffs; as I regularly stressed,
Sustaining this is what it’s all about;
Explosions? No, protracted ticking’s best.

Rob Stuart

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