I'm welcoming Halloween with Anthony Perkins as Norman Bates (and his mother) in Psycho. It's scary, all right, but it's also such a wonderfully made movie. It wasn't just the sex and violence that made it shocking for 1960. Crafty old Hitch took a unique approach to the narrative -- killing off the heroine early on, thereby forcing his audience to identify with the villain.
I'm not worried about being frightened by this horror classic. I have my big old tub of guts, Joey, purring beside me for comfort and company.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
What a creepy movie! It's always been a favorite.
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