I should have posted this sooner.
Much, much sooner.
Turns out that Wednesday - this past Wednesday was the anniversary of the release of a certain movie that just happens to be quite possibly my favorite movie of ALL time.
That movie?
Psycho.
Yes, the Master of Suspense's (quite arguably) best film was shown in movie theatres across the nation 50 years ago, changing the way movies would be depicted from there on out.
And then, 27 years later, I developed a certain type of obsession for Norman and the Bates Motel. Blame the lit/film class I took. Blame the professor for making us dissect the film frame by frame for each and every little message that Hitchcock was trying to convey through lighting, camera angles, authority and society.
Ah, the infamous shower scene,
that title sequence,
the soundtrack!
...and the way Norman Bates cracks on that candy corn.
I love all of it.
In conclusion, the viewing of this film started my odd fascination for characters and situations that veer in the direction of a slight, subtle creepiness that you just can't quite figure out, but you're instinct tells you that something just doesn't add up.
And as much as I love explosions and blood, I'd take Hitchcock's pyschological thrillers over any of these so-called action films anyday.
Cheers.
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