tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880073274272244548.post1760870845936759814..comments2023-03-17T03:19:17.300-07:00Comments on Old Movie Critic: Hitchcock JokesColeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04926601720658122209noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880073274272244548.post-65530973288775468522013-02-26T04:48:01.035-08:002013-02-26T04:48:01.035-08:00Sure :) I'll email you now :)Sure :) I'll email you now :)Coleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04926601720658122209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880073274272244548.post-2579609593338362782013-02-25T06:34:47.371-08:002013-02-25T06:34:47.371-08:00Could you email me at Janatrude@aol.com?
I've ...Could you email me at Janatrude@aol.com?<br />I've written a brief Hitchcock related essay focusing on "Psycho" and would like your opinion of it.Denise Noehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00129465323621845272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880073274272244548.post-45042428331691775822013-02-24T13:57:28.390-08:002013-02-24T13:57:28.390-08:00I think your poem is very well written. You did a ...I think your poem is very well written. You did a great job :)Coleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04926601720658122209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880073274272244548.post-9826228957779383392013-02-23T03:17:52.884-08:002013-02-23T03:17:52.884-08:00It was Hitchcock. And it was a horrendous crime o...It was Hitchcock. And it was a horrendous crime of degradation and torture. It's an ugly story. What do you think of my poem?Denise Noehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00129465323621845272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880073274272244548.post-86306215365656981922013-02-22T10:06:47.450-08:002013-02-22T10:06:47.450-08:00I realized that I forgot my actual favorite joke, ...I realized that I forgot my actual favorite joke, which was the story that he put the "mother" from Psycho in Janet Leigh's dressing room. I guess "Favorite" wasn't the way to write that, but I thought it was a good story. It wasn't "nice" but it was Hitchcock. Coleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04926601720658122209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880073274272244548.post-2140477294485811522013-02-20T15:56:43.297-08:002013-02-20T15:56:43.297-08:00Dear Coley,
I have a question for you: Why do you ...Dear Coley,<br />I have a question for you: Why do you regard Hitchcock's brutal and intimate torture and torment as a "favorite practical joke"?<br /><br />Denise Noehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00129465323621845272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880073274272244548.post-77125812849253983322013-02-20T03:21:33.769-08:002013-02-20T03:21:33.769-08:00A Man and Alfred Hitchcock
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Denise Noe
A man o...A Man and Alfred Hitchcock<br />By <br />Denise Noe <br />A man of modest means,<br />he worked in a theater but <br />was not a star, not even<br />an actor.<br />No career, just <br />a job and<br /> a job's<br /> weekly wages.<br />Property man: drag this here<br /> and put that there.<br /><br />Alfred Hitchcock was a genius:<br />gifted,<br />creative, <br />and rich. <br />A name known ‘round the world.<br />His first name and<br />last and<br />familiarized form:<br />Hitch.<br /><br />A week's salary -- said<br />Mister Hitchcock.<br />A week's salary, <br /> I dare ya!<br />A week's salary said the man whose <br />name we all know: the first <br />and the last<br />and the familiarized form.<br />A week's salary<br />held out to a man<br />working an ordinary job:<br /> put this here<br /> and drag that there.<br />A week's salary,<br />said Hitch,<br />who liked a joke <br />and had the power to <br /> play some good ones.<br /><br /><br />Sitting on a chair,<br />the man drank <br /> proffered brandy. <br />Click the handcuffs, <br /> off the lights.<br /><br />Everyone went home<br />save one. <br />He remained: in a chair,<br />in darkness, trying <br />to sleep sitting up.<br />He drifted off, then woke.<br />He woke <br /> in pitch;<br />he woke <br /> in a chair,<br /> handcuffed<br /> to a camera,<br /> unable to move.<br />Awakened by that<br /> familiar knock<br /> in the bowel.<br />A man in darkness,<br />alone, he tightened <br />his sphincter,<br /> not knowing, <br /> not realizing: <br />not yet.<br /><br />His guts squeeze, then<br />roar. A cold clammy <br />sweat breaks on forehead,<br />upper lip, the back of his neck.<br /><br />Dizzy in darkness, he feels<br />a bottle of acid<br />break across the back<br />of his scalp and he knows:<br />laced with laxative.<br /><br />Terrified, he screams; knowing,<br />knowing, he screams.<br />No one hears. No one rescues.<br />He pulls<br /> on handcuffs,<br /> pulls pulls pulls <br />as his own waste like rocks with<br /> sharp jagged edges<br />pummels him from inside his stomach.<br /><br />A human, not a badger<br />or beaver -- so blessed -- caught <br />in a trap. His teeth cannot <br />tear painfully through his own <br />flesh veins muscle tendons<br /> to set him free.<br />His teeth cannot <br /> break <br /> bone from <br /> bone <br />to save a shredded<br />fragment of his dignity<br /> or<br />the meanest modicum<br /> of cleanliness.<br /><br /><br />But his teeth gnash and grind and<br />bite down on his lower lip, hard,<br />as he is beaten from within his belly.<br />Sweat sweat sweat runs<br />cold and clammy as misery.<br />Defeated by defecation,<br />the man is dirtied in the private <br />place between his buttocks, <br /> dirtied<br />dirtied dirtied dirtied. <br /><br />Fierce pains, attack after attack.<br />For hours <br /> for hours<br /> for hours<br />Excreta runs and sticks<br />down his thighs, <br /> the back of his knees, <br /> calves, and ankles. <br /><br />Crying, he bends his wet face of<br />fire into his palm as shit<br />like lava dries and burns on<br />the skin all down his legs. Crying,<br />his neck curved down<br /> for hours<br />into the inescapable stink.<br /><br />In the morning, the door opened.<br />The terrible odor, <br />the sound of the man crying.<br />Then: light: gasps.<br /> Hands cover <br /> mouths.<br /><br />Because Alfred Hitchcock, <br />a genius,<br />creative, <br />gifted, <br />and rich,<br />liked a joke <br />and had the power to <br /> play some good ones<br />like the time he tricked<br />and trapped and<br /> shattered a man<br />whose life was <br /> drag this here<br /> and put that there.<br />Denise Noehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00129465323621845272noreply@blogger.com