By Julie D. Griffin
"The rain didn't last long, did it?" Norman Bates
At one time or another, we have all dated at least one of these. But horror film expert Misty Brew even knows the real secret. The biggest psycho of a small town while not always the untalented rich teenage daughter of the local school play with great political pull who oppresses and who hypothetically shoves the talented poor river girl off the edge off the stage, nor those shove the years long family business out of town for something more chic or supposedly more religious. Nor even those reformation theorists who decide that change means destruction of the small income person. But rather, as everyone of the small town of the film here knows, the biggest psycho of all of the previous often works hypothetically of course, at the small local motel. He lives at the biggest, old Victoria style house on top of a great big old hill. Whose mother did not mention whether she had shopped at the local grocery store, or for that matter even attended the white steeple church house of late. And with a literary feud frank enough to greet the young woman who comes to visit at the home for dinner and stay at the motel, she does not seem to fancy breakfast with Norman of a morning. It is nice to know a man friend who knows how to live the classic version of one. But the secondary personality some women live with makes them at more than and other sundry times more than wonder. And while the women of Orange County cope with another kind of series of mysterious social scenario, for which each touch of the finger pad to the cardboard puzzle some call life, the fullness of life which may lead some to actually finally communicate with the bloodline of each other ~ Why on earth one precious leaf of a family unit has to commit suicide to make all of the other leaves on the tree start to talk, listen to or love one another eludes the human mind. In short, sometimes the drama of why our loved ones do the things they do, leave us simply stunned. After all, why would a very own sister let alone of anything steal a lot of needed wedding or house money of another woman and take off to tinbuktu.
A dead fiance' now aside, and with each unguilded corner bird who makes the average vulture afraid to enter the mansion home of Norman Bates, and just as the other literary trope of college students who study English know of the short story where one reclusive and available woman decides for forever that her lover remain forever, once a fiance' always a fiance.' But not at all unusual for a woman or a man who lives in a small town to take up taxidermy as a hobby ~ Plaster for white ceramic articles may prove hard to mail order. Norman, therefore justified by his faith to get away with murder, others of the town and elsewhere want nothing more than to cover up for the brute insane. Perhaps a friend committed the murder. Or a ghost. Possibly the body found float on a country water pond crucify style only represented a grave and sedentary figment of the imagination. And as with every resident of a small town, the film depicts some more deeply associated than others with the town psycho. A slice of life at the small, local church building. Such steeples often grate the illumination and often like the theatrical window of Hitchcock, imitate the serial charisma of such a person.
The romanticized misdemeanor of the use of a human nature as a defense, the author of The Great Gatsby and like Capone forgot that the reason for the fate some embrace, in a computerized world, it is just a matter of time before your binaural comes due. Luckily, just in case theater goers of the film opening on the debut' of the film lost it, meaning your mind, he, Hitchcock had workers available to transport people as necessary to the hospital or to any other local institution. Those who without prior knowledge of sadness, pain or loneliness or even homelessness may perhaps learn a lot of the fear of being all alone by watching this film. For ascertain this, Hitchcock a man of deep thought wanted his audience to learn something. "You make disrespectability sound respectful. I pay too. They also pay who live in hotel rooms." The formula for a prism personality, he tried to be his mother. And now he is.