An irascible man in contemplative repose. Bourgeois formalist. Neo-Bouzingo. Passionate ironist. Sincere skeptic. Young-ish fogey. An affront to science. Filmmaker?: vimeo.com/jwachitoff/speechacts
Put your hand inside the puppet head...
As tempting as it is to think of this as an "early, funny" Charlie Kaufman script, what struck me even more this rewatch was just how irrepressibly, desolately sad it is in spite of the more obviously high-concept hijinks. Already Kaufman's main (sole?) preoccupation is on full display: the unrelenting torment of inhabiting a Cartesian consciousness, of being trapped inside your own head. Or someone else's.
(I was originally planning on writing my review as an open letter to Hitchcock himself, which I might still do at some point, but this will suffice for now. The only part I regret not including was a question asking him how he'd like to be addressed. Hitch? Alfred? Al? Mr. Cock?)
Reading that Orson Welles apparently hated this makes me so happy, especially when you consider that The Immortal Story is kind of the same thing except actually good...…