Alfred Hitchcock was a fat, autistic drunk. His films were glued together around a laughably simple script (Hitchcock barely knew the basics of screenwriting) about some blonde bitch along with some pretentious mysteries and camera wankery. He would hardly have become popular had he not had a constant horde of competent filmmakers sucking him off and fixing the films for release. Hitchcock's only way to deal with his obesity was to make jokes about his excessive eating because he simply could not admit that he had problems with his lifestyle. In the end, the only merit of "Britain's greatest filmmaker" is how many films about blondes and mysteries he was able to write.