Hitch Crock

Some critics still sit on the fence
They're split on the Hitch of Suspense
The nix his best bits
As lifted from Fritz,  

His scripts as unlikely events 

I once heard a writer boo-hiss
His masterpiece “logic amiss”
To fail to give in
To Vertigo’s spin
Takes a patient immune to film bliss

To fall for romantic film art
Requires implanting a hear
For that which we feel
Is equally real

As narrative strands pulled apart