He was huge, (obese), slow in movements and speech. He certainly wouldn’t be considered good looking. Yet as soon as he came out he was a presence that could not be ignored. He got me by his stare. He got me by his drawl and the things he said. He said “actors should be treated like cattle”. He said once he gave a party in which the bread, the chicken, the vegetables…in fact, everything, was blue. He said he was scared by his mother at three months, when she said “boo”! He wondered if his odd sense of humor was one, three, five, seven or eleven? He was enigmatic. He had quiet power and could hold the audience spellbound by the tip of his pinkie. He was Hitchcock.
The 1972 Dick Cavett Show showed a very young Cavett interviewing the master of suspense. Intelligence poured out of Hitchcock. Under the immobile mountain of flesh, the mind was unceasingly active, betrayed only by his eyes. There was no match, but Hitchcock was kind.
