Casting note: if you think my actors are overcontrolled, you should meet their publicists. by Alfred Hitchcock

He didn’t direct films, he arranged human beings into a very expensive apology.

I once looked at a spiral staircase for six weeks. At some point even I started asking for therapy.

Fog, closeups, and a 14-page note on where to stand. That man made micromanaging look artisanal.

You didn’t direct me, Alfred, you hosted a hostage negotiation in a tuxedo.

He says that like it’s charming. Sir, you wrapped me in fog and called it character development.

The real suspense was wondering whether lunch would arrive before the next correction.

If the performance is good, the process is irrelevant. If it’s bad, it was the actor's fault. Efficient system.

Nonsense, Cary. I simply preferred my leading men alert and mildly frightened.