A friend just sent me a link to the Alfred Hitchcock Geek site. I didn’t follow it but was reminded of the night I met the master of mayhem.
I’ve always been a Hitchcock fan dating back to his early films like “The Lady Vanishes” and “The 39 Steps”. “Alfred Hitchcock Presents”, the TV series, was a family favorite.
Flashback to a warm summer evening and the Boston première of “Frenzy.” I was psyched for the encounter and hoped I wouldn’t be disappointed. It happens.
The “Master” approached me, two drinks in his hands. I figured he was fortifying himself. But he handed me one of the drinks and said “Salud!”
Cognac! Top shelf stuff. I savored the aroma before taking a small sip.
“Good show!”, Hitch said approvingly.
“Good stuff”, I replied. We smiled at each other as we drank slowly. I noticed his face was very, very red. He snapped his fingers and two more cognac arrived. After we finished our third cognac, Hitch nodded. It was interview time.
We chatted about favorite films. I mentioned “The 39 Steps” and my crush on Madeline Carroll. Hitch’s face grew redder and he pursed his lips. We swapped names of favorite stars. Hitch approved of my taste.
Conversation about “Frenzy” was minimal. Hitch didn’t seem excited about his latest film. We were up to our 5th cognac.
Hitch surveyed the crowd as we chatted. The interview had ended a few minutes earlier. A publicist tried to intervene but Hitchcock brushed him off. We were standing close to each other so we could hear ourselves talk. It became clear that Hitch had started on the cognac well before we met. He was smiling broadly now and his face was a scarlet red as he stared at some of the women who were staring at him.
It occurred to me that Hitch was making conversation as he evaluated his female admirers. He asked if I was a film critic. I told him I was a film maven. He burst into laughter and slapped me on the shoulder.
A trio of publicists approached. Hitch looked at me with a wry smile and said, “Tally ho!”, as he was reluctantly led away.