He never got an Oscar, but he’s m’top choice of subject for my final, 365th blog of the year.
…That’s right, tonight is IT, sweeties. I’ve done did it.
A blog a day for one full year.
…Come rain, shine, sleet, snow…come crap-days or fine, during rehearsals and shows…two a.m., midnight, or noon-thirty…every day: a blog. Something. Prob’ly not great, but there…as I promised they would be.
…And tonight, instead of focusing on what in the hell it all means in retrospect, I’ve decided not to. Mostly because (in keeping with the trend of a lot of these entries), I haven’t the time.
…I’m studying, you see. Up to my chin in show prep, I’m twenty films deep into the Major General of Maguffin: Mr. Hitchcock himself. Taking notes like a good girl on all the intimate, insider details of his famous blonde Divas and their particular brand of “yum.” (Not to mention his love affair with the naughty villain Dames.) It’s not like I’m unfamiliar with his most famous of trademarks (second only to his profile)…but undertaking becoming three of them, requires a new swipe at the film stock, with a new filter in focus.
I have always been a GIANT Hitch fan. His sick little macabre sense of humor, his constant re-invention of the cinematic wheel, the thumbprints he uses on scripts he shoots…and how many ways he can manage to make “murder” and “suspense” one of the sexiest foreplays EVER, made him a favorite from day-one.
…I’m already holding his early Hollywood classics like “Rebecca,” “Notorious,” “Spellbound,” “Suspicion” and “Shadow of a Doubt” snugly in my head from repeat-repeat viewings. His golden years as well, with “Vertigo,” “Rear Window,” “Dial M for Murder,” To Catch a Thief,” “North by Northwest,” “Psycho,” “Rope, ” “Strangers on a Train,” “The Birds” and “Torn Curtain.” When I say, “I love me some Hitchcock,” I seriously mean it. I’ve twenty of his titles (well known and lesser) in my own library so far, with an Amazon wish-list holding the rest, plus every new bells-n-whistles Bluray and Criterion version of any already owned ones.
…Which made watching this show, “The 39 Steps,” IN London, IN the Criterion Theatre, with all it’s zillion Easter egg nods at Hitch “other” works, about one of the dork-coolest things I’ve ever panted through while wearing a shit-eatin-grin the entire time…in my life.
…Tonight, I’m playing with my old friend again. Watching old favorites in a new light, with a goal in mind, and having a whole lotta fun while it’s happening.
So, excuse the lack of anniversary touting from a full year’s work come to a close.
Tonight, I’m just too busy to bother. I’m on a date. With the Master of Suspense.
And it’s hawt 
So ends this blog (and “North by Northwest.”)
…What, oh what, will come next???
~D
