My Name Is Alfred Hitchcock

Now this opens with an impossible statement - and that works! For what we get over the next couple of hours is quite a plausible assessment by the man himself of just what made him tick. He explains in six, admittedly rather contrived, stages just what fuelled the creative processes as he assembled a body of work the like of which we shall never see again. Starting in the late 1920s, we are led on a tour of his styles, his inspirations, his techniques and it's a name-dropper's wet dream. His routine referrals to Cary (Carey, of course), Grace, Tippi, Kim, Jimmy - even "Hank" (Fonda) give the whole thing an added intimacy as he explains (and betrays) some of the secrets of his directing - and of their acting, too. Now it is too long, and after a while I was wondering just how it could string out for two hours, but the style of the narration remains friendly and engaging. He has a cheekiness, and the "don't you think?" or "wouldn't you?" style or response-inducing dialogue made me feel a bit more involved. There are no contributors at all - but the archive is extensively used and illustrates well the range of stories, the talent and the duration of this director's career before dying at a decent age in 1980. If you are a fan of cinema, or "Hitch" or with both, then this is well worth a watch. I'm not sure it needs to be in a cinema though, and actually it might work better as a two-part documentary on the television. It is certainly quite a captivating watch.