It started when I noticed a girl with red hair and anachronistic post-punk look in a bird shop after Hitchcock’s cameo (I always watch Hitchcock after bad sex). I thought I saw the note “Marnie” on her T-shirt, so I decided to watch a film of that very same name to solve this strange secret. This time I saw the redhead girl in a corridor of a hotel and I realized the note on her T-shirt wasn’t „Marnie“ at all.
It was „Mardi“.
I called my friend, American film studies professor, but he said I’m hallucinating and shouldn’t bother him if it’s not for sex. However, I re-watched dozens of Hitchcock’s appearances and what I saw, shocked me: he was always accompanied by Mardi.
The real meeting happened when she went out of the screen. I asked her why is she repeatedly showing up in Hithcock’s films, and she said: „It’s a Hitchcockean trauma“. It didn’t convince me: „There must be something else.“ Then Mardi revealed her secret.
She was a Russian spy.
I was starting to become afraid when she said the reason why she appeared to me was that she loves me. Naturally, I had to stop her and tell her I’m gay. Then Mardi got furious, took out her gun and shot me.
I feel vertiginous… I hear the birds… My skin becomes the dress of my mother, covering my skeleton… Red pulsates in my eyes… Is this the death?..
The answer appeared in a body of Godardian intertitle.
GODARDIAN INTERTITLE
Death is what you believe it is.
I quickly understood the logic and started to shout: „Well then I don’t! I don’t believe in it!“. Unfortunately, Godardian style wasn’t that coherent. As I was feeling weaker and weaker, the second intertitle appeared:
GODARDIAN INTERTITLE
Mardi. Poor girl. Was in love.
With a boy. Who didn’t. Love her.
She killed him. It traumatized her.
That’s why. She repeatedly. Shows up.
In Hitchcock’s. Masterpieces.
This was scandalous interpretation of facts… Near to the death, I shouted:
ME
It’s not true! I’m not the reason of her trauma!
I am the VICTIM of it! When I met her she was
already repeating herself!
GODARDIAN INTERTITLE
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