Which is definitely a long title, I know …
But it’s also one that I feel is — vaguely — justified.
You see, I was an impressionable teen during the 1980s, when quite a few horror films were what’re now called Slasher films.
You know the sort of thing.
They feature a small group of teenagers, all on their own, out in the sticks, being killed off — one at a time and incredibly messily — by a deranged nutter in a mask.
Or featured a small group of teenagers, all on their own, somewhere out in the sticks and being killed off — one at a time and incredibly messily — by a deranged nutter with hideous facial scaring.
Ultimately … ?
I’m thinking a LOT of those Slasher flicks were — very loosely — derived from Tobe Hooper’s original Texas Chainsaw Massacre, complete with small group of teens, isolated area and — guess what? — deranged nutter in a mask.
Don’t quote me, though.
But I’m pretty sure Hooper said somewhere he had one killer in mind, when he made Texas Chainsaw Massacre: and THAT was Ed Gein.
Be that as it may, I had little to do, to night.
Except watch a film I’d recorded a couple of days ago.
One that’s still spoken of with a certain amount of reverence, today.
One that saw a certain Mr Hitchcock turn in one of his best known films, and features a central character, again, derived from Ed Gein.
A film and character that made a certain made Anthony Perkins’ career.
Psycho …
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Psycho — based on the 1959, Robert Bloch novel of the same name — sees Janet Leigh as Marion Crane leaving work early, one day, after emptying her bosses safe of $40, 000.
And … ?
After having an encounter with a highway patrolman, and trading her car in for a new one, arriving at the out-of-the-way Bates Motel: run, or course, by Anthony Perkins’ incredibly twitchy performance as Norman Bates.
The worrying thing about chéz Bates … ?
Is the state of the bathroom: and it’s owners AUDIBLE arguments with his mostly unseen mother.
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Now, there is possibly TONS I could be saying about Psycho, there REALLY is.
For starters, the 1998 remake really doesn’t cut the mustard: at least, as far as I’m concerned. (I’ll be honest, I did try watching it: Vince Vaughan, much as I generally like the man’s style, had me turning the remake distinctly off.)
Hitchcock’s 1960 original?
Well …
I think you really can’t beat the film the spawned a genre.
I think Pyscho is that film …
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