Movie Monday: Psycho 1960
It’s the reason I sometimes peek around the shower curtain to make sure I’m alone. It’s why I always examine hotel room walls for mysterious holes, and why I will never stay in a motel. It’s also one of the most iconic horror movies of all time, brought to us by none other than Alfred Hitchcock himself.
Marion Crane was so innocent and sweet before she started her afternoon trysts at an LA motel with her soon to be divorced boyfriend. Why just as quickly as she exchanges her white bra for a black one, Marion decides to run away with $40,000 without thinking of the consequences.
Plagued with regret and paranoia, Marion decides to stop at a quaint little motel to rethink her actions and get some rest. Of course, nobody ever hears from her again…. and so her sister starts the hunt that eventually leads back to the Bates Motel and its creepy young owner, Norman. Ah, Norman Bates. Such a nice guy he seems to be. You can’t help but wince at his every stutter. But what is he hiding in that big old house on the hill?
Compared to modern horror movies, Psycho might seem a bit like a stroll through the park. Thankfully, most of the acting in this 1960s horror flick is top notch, so you won’t be giggling through the entire thing (as sometimes happens when I watch 1960s “scary movies”). This period in movie history showed no rated R slasher scenes or realistic special effects that we’ve come to expect from horror movies today. The suspense in Psycho is created by the anticipation of horror, and by the little bits we are allowed to see, here and there. It’s just enough creepiness to really make me a little squeamish when I shower (I’m sure you’ve at least heard of the famous shower scene), without keeping me awake at night. The perfect classic horror movie, in my opinion!