Psycho

I have to go to bed soon, but I totally forgot to mention the other day that I just finally watched Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho in its entirety. When I took a film class in college, we watched Vertigo instead, and so I never fully appreciated all the awesome creepiness of Norman Bates and his murderous cross-dressing ways until this past weekend. (I also forgot that there was actually more to the movie after the infamous shower scene.)

In any case, my takeaway from watching this classic piece of cinema: If you’re ever in the fruit cellar, and there’s a figure in a rocking chair facing the wall, you should probably just walk away.

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