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[heslopian]

The director mentions Miami.
Though the corridor he's filming in
could be from anywhere.
His tattooed arm enters the shot
like a snake from a wicker basket,
that tedious North American voice
somehow excited and jaded at once.
He is utterly devoid of technique.
I suspect he shoots on scorching days,
on roofs and in rooms with big windows,
so he doesn't have to pay for lighting.
I've heard his voice and seen his arm,
where only the tips of his fingers are
spared the intricate yet vague designs,
a thousand times in these movies,
without ever a hint of face or torso,
as if Dr. Claw had taken up porn.
The effect this has on me is strange.
It's like if Kubrick left the cameras on
while he examined Kidman's breasts,
or asked if Cruise needed fluffing,
then kept this footage in the final cut.
Not that porn needs continuity
(any story would detract from the sex)
but when I see his tattooed arm,
and hear that flat Miami voice,
it serves as a needless reminder,
Hitchcock standing before the shower,
while Marion screams pointlessly,
to tell us that we're entertained
by a gruesome massacre.