Monday, January 28, 2013
Hitchcock (2012)
I
adore and fear Hitchcock. The filmmaker. “Hitchcock,” the new movie about the
filmmaker? Not one bit. See, this is pitched as a behind-the-scenes
tale of the making of the classic “Psycho.” You know, the mother of all slasher
films. And, yes, we do get some of the writing, casting talks, Scarlett Johansson
as Janet Leigh stuck in a shower with ol’ Hitch with a knife scaring the piss
out of her. Those are snippets of the story. Moments. And Anthony Hopkins excels
in them as Hitchcock, covered in fat makeup to play the big guy. When he
“conducts” an audience reaction to the shower scene, outside a screening room, I
was in movie heaven. But most of the film focuses on Hitchcock’s marriage, with
his wife (Helen Mirren) nagging his ass 24/7 about avoiding snacks. God help me, it
was like visiting my parents. More so, the missus launches a flirtatious affair
with a Hollywood screenwriter (Danny Houston) and Hitchcock frets and fumes, and talks
to the ghost of Ed Gein, the killer who inspired Norman Bates, and I wanted to slash
apart this soap opera that muddies a mad genius/artist as a poor old befuddled geezer. C+
Labels:
2012,
Alfred Hitchcock,
autobiography,
drama,
Ed Gein,
Helen Mirren,
Hitchcock,
Hollywood,
marriage,
movie,
Psycho,
Scarlett Johansson,
slasher films
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