Homage to Hitchcock - Psycho (1960)
For those of you who have NEVER seen Psycho, please get the Hell off my blog, my website and my Facebook page because I don’t know you. A seminal moment in movie-making akin to The Jazz Singer (First Talkie), The Wizard of Oz (Color Transformation and VFX) and Star Wars (Do I need to explain this one?), Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho changed forever how we viewed a trip out to the movies.
Not only does Hitch bump off the leading lady inside 45 minutes . . .
. . . okay, let’s get the aside out of the way. Janet Leigh does two scenes in some of the most form-fitting underwear I’ve ever seen. If she had been a little LESS sexy, she might have made another appearance or two in the canon of Sir Alfred.
. . . but he makes the leading man disappear for nearly the entire film. And please don’t tell me that Tony Perkins is the leading man. He’s not. The character of Norman Bates is not allowed to be the leading man.
Originally intended as an episode on Alfred Hitchcock Presents, somehow or other The Master of Suspense managed to turn the 45 minute plot into a 90 minute thriller the likes of which no one had ever seen. If not for Psycho, Carnival of Souls and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane would never have had the impact on popular culture they did, and people wouldn’t have suffered from as many bouts of insomnia.
The movie, famous for the brutal killing of Janet Leigh in a shower, has another scene equally as chilling. The death of Martin Balsam. If you don’t think so, please rent the movie and stop avoiding it.
And for those of you who haven’t seen The Wizard of Oz, don’t even try to talk to me.
Last up! Ta-dah! The Birds (1963)