By Henrik Eger
Surrealism and humor in the world of a famous actor and a famous director
via E-mail communication between Sonja and Henrik
Sonja: "The Blizzard from Hell" coming soon to a theatre near you!
Henrik: Sonja, I already got the tickets for that show ("No refund")—what a disgrace. However, everyone who got snow-damaged is now entitled to one free ticket to The Blizzard from Hell, starring Hitchcock's super star, the great Sonja, except that he got lost in a blizzard and disappeared forever before he had the chance to meet the diva in person.
Sonja (in a hurry and temporarily damaged by the blizzard): Silly!
Henrik (also damaged a bit by the blizzard, like millions of others): What do you mean, "silly"? I tried very hard to persuade Mr. Hitchcock to make you the Greta Garbo of the thriller world, but he decided getting lost in a blizzard was the way to go.
“And now what?” I said at the funeral with that almost empty casket, with nobody there but the birds, still tearing and chewing, but apparently Mr. Hitchcock, now almost in some other world, could not hear me, even though I've got a deep and clear voice.
via E-mail communication between Sonja and Henrik
Sonja: "The Blizzard from Hell" coming soon to a theatre near you!
Henrik: Sonja, I already got the tickets for that show ("No refund")—what a disgrace. However, everyone who got snow-damaged is now entitled to one free ticket to The Blizzard from Hell, starring Hitchcock's super star, the great Sonja, except that he got lost in a blizzard and disappeared forever before he had the chance to meet the diva in person.
Sonja (in a hurry and temporarily damaged by the blizzard): Silly!
Henrik (also damaged a bit by the blizzard, like millions of others): What do you mean, "silly"? I tried very hard to persuade Mr. Hitchcock to make you the Greta Garbo of the thriller world, but he decided getting lost in a blizzard was the way to go.
“And now what?” I said at the funeral with that almost empty casket, with nobody there but the birds, still tearing and chewing, but apparently Mr. Hitchcock, now almost in some other world, could not hear me, even though I've got a deep and clear voice.
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However, I won't give up trying to reach him somewhere, sometime, and then I'll pass on your video to him and, no doubt, he will go ahead and offer you a contract in Heaven or, gawd knows, wherever his soul is frantically flying around, trying to get the creatures with their cameras and the gaffer angels to find the right angle.
What say ye now, Sonja?
What say ye now, Sonja?
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